A sunroom and daffodils
Well, I am back after my little spell. I had last week off and my Mum was actually here for most of it. I was originally going to take the week to just relax around home and enjoy the novelty of actually staying home without having to go anywhere, and being able to do a few things I wanted to do (read books, write things, crochet, go outside), but my Mum really needed a holiday too, so I said she should come down, and so she did.
It was a nice time. There are aspects of being one-on-one with just my Mum for that length of time which I find hard work (maybe everybody would? - and maybe I just feel a weight of responsibility for some things that I don't need to feel), but I have realized I have some long buried junk over that. Reading snippets of Relationships: A Mess Worth Making by Lane and Tripp as we went along was quite pertinent (might write more on that later). Mixed into that was the fact that I also had to adjust my expectations of the logistics of the holiday. I gave Mum my bed, which meant I slept on a camping mat in the loungeroom, but my flatmate still needed to leave for work by 7:15 am and get her breakfast etc, so there wasn’t a whole lot of sleeping in happening for me here, and my Mum doesn’t go places all that often so we spent at least part of each day doing a version of the “sight-seeing” thing, when some days what I would have loved was to just lie about in my own bed and stay home with my nose in a book. But life is not all about me and I think Mum really enjoyed herself.
One of the things we were very blessed to be able to do was to go and stay in a friend’s lovely house in Leura. I could have lolled about with my books and crochet in this sunroom forever (after I had been for a jog and a bushwalk or two):
This would have been a better shot, excepting that my old point and shoot digital couldn't deal with so much splendid light (that's my crochet on the table)
The daffodils outside
The front garden
