A dear friend from E. Africa used to say this when things seemed overwhelming. I never saw it as wishing the time away but as a means of throwing one's heart over present obstacles. And boy! has this week thrown up obstacles!
Last weekend Eldest had a small contre temps with a bathroom door and it transpires that the top joint of her fourth finger disintregated. It was a small knock but the x-ray showed that the fibromalgia has triggered arthritis and her hand bones are fairly brittle. She has her left hand trussed up and in a sling which has rendered her balance worse than ever. She is left-handed so is somewhat stuck- dressing, washing, eating, using her stick, all hopeless.
She arrived with us Wednesday evening and it has taken my Mom, Youngest and I to cope with her. Last night she went to the Hub for two nights.
Monday I received notice on the Studio. The owner has been extraordinarily kind to me as the rent was just impossible to find from mid-December, but its still sad to be packing up. Youngest and I, plus her very generous boyfriend, Scout, are planning to do a coupla car loads this afternoon.
There's been other stuff too but we won't go there.
I had tea with a friend on Wednesday afternoon and she sent me away with jam from her garden, eggs from her hens, and mince from her cow! Eldest wondered if L. knew she was feeding us for the week- probably! How very kind people can be- and the jam tastes like bottled summer gardens, as only home grown jam can!