Oh cough-cough-coughing in the night, but the daytime mostly free, so off we go on a run, a fast 3 km, at 6.15 minutes per km! Come back with aching legs, heaving lungs, beat-beat-beating heart!
Not enough time each day for all the things I want to do! Reading, painting, drawing, running, watching the birds, listening to the radio, having conversations, eating, drinking tea, writing, looking, walking on the beach, going to the library, gazing at the stars, talking to my daughters, watching movies, all those good things.
Instead I have to sweep, wash clothes, vacuum (about once a month), take the trash and recycling, that has built up for about 3 to 4 weeks, to the dump, spend time looking for an important item that is lost, cook a meal every night, try to rid the kitchen table of its epidermal layer of books, papers, images, magazines, pencil crayons, post waiting to be opened.
I wish for Evvie, the wondrous woman, the miracle worker, who cleaned our house for fourteen years, helping to raise all four children, teaching them isiXhosa, reminding them of their manners, using psychology to make them put things away (by hiding their favourite toys and telling the kid the toy was lost because he/she hadn't put them away!). Evelyn Madlavu, one of the classiest women I have met.
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