In the olden days when we didn't have kids and all the trappings, D and I regularly quit jobs and took off on adventures large and small. Our fledgling relationship was largely forged during a nine month tour of South East Asia and a very long trip home overland from Darwin.
Once we went to Central Australia and spent two months getting there slowly, and coming home even slower. I took a lap top and spent afternoons writing while the battery lasted and D pottered around making fire and reading the paper.
We visited ghost towns (who knew Australia even had such things?) and drove carefully up the Oodnadatta track. Got rained into clay pans and camped next to a bitchin' big meteor crater. Had a really spectacular dinner under a very big tree in Alice Springs, saw the biggest spider ever in the Macdonnell Ranges and made damper in a pot in the red dirt outside Leigh Creek. At night we slept on the lowered tail gate of the '67 Falcon wagon with our heads poking out getting all covered in dew.
Good times. One day I'll scan some photos of those trips.
And at various points along the way I collected little samples of earth: black sand, red dust, white ash, yellow clay. I don't really know why I did it, but I've long loved those little specimens. The memories they contain, the spectrum of the land I visited then.
So today I was rushing, and being careless and I tripped them in their lovely little wooden box off the shelf and onto the floor with a resounding smash. So now there are a few less. A minor tragedy for sure, but sad just the same.
I cleaned them up and I took the kids to the park because I couldn't bear thinking about it. So silly!
Luckily the park was delightful and sunny and it made me happy to be out there with my kids. In this life.
Wil's brand new ear cozy hat is too small and he fell a good five feet from the top of a climbing frame but still the sunshine was enough to make me glad to be alive again. He's had a rough trot the last few days with strep throat but at last the penicillin has kicked in and he's getting back his good humour.
Amy is busy undergoing psychological preparation for leaving her friends behind for Darwin. It's hard for such a social being as her to feel like the leap into the unknown is easy. Part of her plan has involved getting an email address, securing rights to my point and shoot camera and starting a blog. There are moments as a parent when you look at your child and suddenly realise they have grown a whole new dimension since you sized them up last, and the last few days have really been like that with me and her. She's such a terrific kid.
And my really lovely neighbours took us in tonight and fed and entertained us while I got started on a new hat for Wil and we came home late and tired. But happy.