Today: Sick at Home

Krank, aber fröhlich
(sick but beautiful)

Final Destiny

Today was the last day in school.
Anton has finished seventh grade and passed. They went to school with their white shirts over their casual clothes for everyone to write on. He will be going to high school next year and that will be a big change. For all of us. Because there is no high school in Stanford and he will not board. We might all move. To the city.

This thought kept us busy the whole week. We went to the German school in Cape Town and liked it very much. I am soo excited thinking about living in the city. I think I had my share of country life now. It was great, I will miss it, but it is time for a change. Nothing is sure for now but we have to decide within the next six weeks. Than school will start. I must hold myself back not getting too excited.

We thought about all the plans that we had made. One of them was to travel the world with the children when they are still young and living with us. Our friend Michael said, while we were waiting for our children: “Yes, traveling the world would be great. As long as it is still there.”

This evening I watched “Edmond” on dvd. It was still light outside. I usually don’t watch movies during the day. I feel guilty doing that, but today it was a lazy hot day. The beginning of the holidays. Luzie was sleeping next to me, exhausted from the school year that has just ended, the sun was shining through the open door into her face and I hang a blanket up the reck where a curtain should be.

David Mamet wrote the screenplay to Edmond. It is not an excellent film, but an excellent script. It has got the best ending I have ever seen. I usually forget every ending but this I will remember forever. A burned out white business guy finding his final destiny in a prison cell in the arms of a black prisoner with a rotten front tooth who had sodomized him. Now I spoiled the movie for you but you might have never watched it anyway. Have a great holiday!

Supernatural Craziness

This morning I did a crazy thing. I wrote a long letter to a woman I don’t even know. I just read her blog by coincidence and it touched me deeply. She started the blog writing about her son whom she adopted from Vietnam and ended up having breast cancer. I think every mother especially to a young child can understand the fear of dying. You think, if it was only about me, but I can’t bear my child loosing it’s mother. And in her case it would be the second mother her boy would loose.
That is so wrong. It didn’t leave me and I kept on writing letters to her in my head and eventually this morning for real. It started: „God want’s to tell you, that this is a time of victory and not of defeat“ It sounds crazy, but I strongly felt she has to know this and I strongly felt it is true.

Luzie came into my bed this morning. It was still dark. Her stomach hurt up to her chest. She was on and off sick with her tummy for the last few days. She was terrified about the pain. I prayed for her and after a few minutes the pain was completely gone. She jumped out of the bed and went to school as if nothing had happened. After that I wrote the letter.

When I got up, there was no tea left. I went out to buy some. I didn’t even bother to brush my teeth. I like to drink my morning tea undressed, unwashed and unbrushed in my bed. So I just put on my long woolen jacket and big sunglasses, hoping nobody would look at me so early in the morning.
Spar had just opened. Five men in working clothes walked towards me on the parking lot and every single one of them greeted me friendly. In the shop, the guy who stocked the shelves looked up from his work to greet me and so did every person who crossed my way. Sitting in my car, a man across the street waved frantically at me. I nodded back and started the car. The guy came up to me and stopped. I had to open the door, because the window is broken and he said, „I am sorry, you must think I am completely crazy, but I thought you were the girl from the health shop. You looked exactly like her from the back“.

Instant Healing

Hab ich übrigens erwähnt, daß ich von meinem steifen Nacken geheilt bin? Ich weiß, das ist langweilig, aber ich würde es nicht erwähnen, wenn nicht eine Lehre dahinter stecken würde. Oder Ironie, wie mans nimmt.

Es waren entweder die heilenden Hände meines Sohnes, der mir vom Rücksitz des Autos die Schultern massiert hat (was ich gerne glauben würde) oder eine intensive Putzaktion am Tag nachdem ich den Eintrag über meine Unordnung geschrieben habe.

Ich habe die Böden zu ohrenbetäubender Musik drei Stunden lang geschrubbt (bestes Putzlied überhaupt: Long before Rock’n Roll von Mando Diao (dank an Ludger!). Und anschließend ordentlich durchgeschwitzt in den Fluß gesprungen und geschwommen.
Danach fühlte ich mich fantastisch!

Es war auf jeden Fall nicht das Schwimmen, das mich geheilt hat, denn das mach ich fast jeden Tag. Es muß die Kombination von Arbeit und Vergnügen gewesen sein. Oder die heilenden Hände meines Sohnes. Oder alles zusammen. Am wahrscheinlichsten:
Liebe, Arbeit, Spaß!
(Überflüssig zu erwähnen, daß die Böden nur drei Tage später wieder im selben Zustand sind)

Did I mention that my stiff neck is healed? I know it is boring, but I wouldn’t tell it if there wasn’t a lesson. Or an ironie.
It either were the healing hands of my son, who gave me a massage from he backseat of the car (what I would like to believe) or an intense cleaning procedure the day after I wrote about the mess.

I scrubbed the floor for three hours while listening to deafening music (best fllorscrubbing song ever: Long before Rock’n Roll by Mando Diao. Thanks to Ludger!) And after I was soaking wet iI went for a swim in the river. After that I felt amazing. No more pain or stiffness at all!.

It wasn’t the swim, because I swim almost every day. Must have been the combination of work and pleasure. Or the healing hands of my son. Or altogether:
Love, work, fun!
(Not to mention that only three days later the floors are in an even worse condition)