6 November 2010
more Bali photos
I completely fell off the blogging train there, sorry. The last few weeks have been so crazy busy (the old refrain, I know) with work and an essay that is now DONE and IN thank goodness (free! free until March 2011!) and the youngest boy's school's Spring Fair and lemonade stalls to work on and cakes to bake and cello to practise because The Mighty Cellos made their debut at the Fair oh yes we did, and a Paul Weller concert to attend and soccer soccer soccer and braces for the middle boy and a wonderful wonderful craft retreat with, as Janet said, the funniest group of introverts I know, and oh god then the awful shocking death of our next door neighbour and hoo boy blogging just didn't even get a look in.
And I'm way behind with my flickr photos anyway, still uploading photos from Bali for heavens sakes which feels like a lifetime ago already. And now a funeral and a strings concert and a shipload of mangoes to deliver to friends (school fundraiser) and a whole lot of mangoes to eat and turn into chutney and eat and a friend's shop opening celebration and the bigger boys' school's Spring Fair next weekend so more cakes to bake and chutney to make and I'm on the Coconut Shy 10.30 to 12.30 come and say hi.
Holy shit I'm so tired. And sad. And busy. And shocked.
These photos are from one of the most beautiful places in Bali. It's Lake Bratan which is north west of Ubud, and there's a magnificent temple there (of course).
In the midst of all the busyness and sadness today was lovely. In the morning we visited faraway friends who have a brand new baby girl so I had a delicious dose of Eau de Newborn and this afternoon we spent a couple of hours with the next door neighbours (those on the other side of us) so we could all be shocked together and talk about life, death and the whole shebang and how really we should all be knocking on the doors of everyone in the street weekly and checking in on each other because you just never know do you.
I'm not very coherent at the moment. I keep thinking of teenagers finishing their growing up without their mum. Sheesh.
I'm off to eat yet another mango and hug my kids tight. When they get home from yet another blooming soccer match, that is.