This week, in celebration of the holidays, I have unleashed my creative demons.
On Monday, I made cinnamon rolls.
On Tuesday, I made an owl.
Today, I made a blog post.
If anyone else is keen on sharing my creative spirit, the aforementioned owl needs a name.
Fifty years is an incredibly long time. It’s five times a decade and half a century. It’s the number of years my grandparents have been living as a married couple, arguing constantly and lovingly and the number of years I would love to do the same. Fifty years is an amazing accomplishment.
Last weekend I escaped the Halloween trick-or-treaters and flew off to Spain to attend my grandparents’ bodas de oro (Golden Anniversary). It was a much awaited event that we’d been planning and joking about for years, teasing my grandmother with suggestions that she dress in white and re-walk the aisle whilst my grandfather assured us that he probably wouldn’t make it. He did. Even in their old age and deteriorating health they made it to fifty years and I am proud of them both perhaps even a little jealous.
Just watching them re-exchange their wedding rings and peck each other on the lips made me imagine myself in many years time doing the same. I wonder if they remember their grandparents anniversaries’ and when I am in the same position, will I remember theirs? What about my grandchildren, will they remember mine? All it takes is a few generations worth of family together in celebration, to shrink the timeline of my existence and those intertwined, into the relatively tiny space that is my head as I try to grasp the complicated concept of time. All those different times, beginning and ending, co-existing and separating, and generally making my head ache in confusion.
I hope that after all that internal questioning I actually manage to make it to fifty years of marriage. It would be a terrible disappointment if I were to annoy my husband to an early grave unless I were to consider celebrating in solitude which would be incredibly disrespectful to the deceased. Then, there is the possibility that he annoys me to divorce however it seems unlikely as I will endure just about anything to get my Golden Anniversary. Divorce is not an option.
I want to be able to share the joy of a fruitful fifty years, surrounded by a family built on love. Gather them all around for group photos even as they begin to bore and their cheeks begin to ache. Cry with tears of laughter as a surprise cake is brought in, accompanied by a merry jingle and topped of with a pair of bobbing dolls, magnetically joined at the lips. Toast to fifty long years I will never regret and then when all is silent, cry “long live the couple!”
I’m back from my ‘far too short’ holiday in Algeria and despite my reluctance to go I found that I actually enjoyed myself and was quite sad to come back (nothing to do with the fact I have to go to school tomorrow). Algeria was a welcome break from the cold and miserable London weather that I am used to and with sunny alfresco lunches and warm temperatures of around 20°C it was easy to forget that it was winter time. I also managed to spend some quality bonding time with my family and just relax without the stress of normal life. That’s one of the great things about being on holiday. You sort of leave your responsibilities behind, at least I did. No homework, no chores…bliss. But then the time went by so quickly and suddenly I’m back to reality. I have to revise for a history test, the weekly shopping needs to be done and V.A.T is increasing. Yes, the economy is terrible and the news of rising prices is so very depressing. As soon as we landed back in London and were heading home the radio presenter was all too eager to bring our holidays to a sad end and dampen our good moods with the news of the rising price of everything. My father’s solution was to go out and buy an extra freezer and stock up before the increase tomorrow and my mother’s was to buy a new saucepan. Or maybe I’m getting mixed up with the january sales?
Back and Blogging,
P.S- Happy New Year!!
My sisters' snowman-a beacon of hope
London has been hit-hard. At least that’s how they’re making it out to be. The way people are panicking and complaining one would think that we were all trapped in our houses with no means of escape, huddled together in the dark next to a weakly lit candle as we waited for outside help,worrying that our final tins of food would soon run out. But that is definitely not the case. It can’t be that bad if I could go shopping today and still find the shopping centre full. Poor shoppers, did the snow push them all the way to the shops and force them to spend all their hard-earned cash? Did they slip all the way to the shoes aisle? How tragic.
That’s not to say that I’m particularly happy about the snow situation in London. The way people have reacted is both annoying and depressing. Turn on the news and you get an elongated weather forecast. Turn on the radio and you get an elongated weather forecast. Facebook- elongated weather forecast. One hint of snow and all my online friends seem to feel the need to report it. I get it. It’s snowing. Moving on now…
Let’s not forget whose fault the snow is. The government is fully responsible for the fact that snow is falling as I type. What a bunch of amateur politicians. Evidently they are unable to take care of the proper running of this country. First, they bring us into a recession. Then, they raise student fees. And now, as if all that was not enough; they make it snow. They have ruined the holidays of thousands of people,at least my family’s holiday…
Due to heavy snow and icy conditions many airports are not operating as normal. Many flights were cancelled, runways closed and people stranded. My father and sisters were scheduled to fly to Algeria yesterday morning. They woke up early, all packed and ready to go, said their goodbyes and they were off. Imagine my disappointment when they were back an hour later because their flight had been cancelled. I was looking forward to a week of peace with my mum but was denied it because of the
snow government. They are still here and they don’t seem to be going anywhere anytime soon as the snow is still falling. The only positive outcome of the snow is that I have no school. My school doesn’t break up until Friday, after which my mother and I are scheduled to jet off to Algeria if all goes well and the flight isn’t cancelled. Fingers crossed.
Hope the snow isn’t ruining your holidays,