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A weekend without the WWW where I was in Wales with women

Yesterday morning:  in a field in Wales, palms and face turned to the cushion-y golden warmth of the sun, noticing my yoga breath. The confidently green grass was as springy as a fresh sponge cake.

Same time this morning: right hand clicking through work email. Left hand frantically redialling the Australian High Commission to deal with an expired passport before an imminent family holiday.

I wish I could bottle up just a little wisp of those shiny happy times, to hold under my nose when I’m about to faint with dizziness and busy-ness …

valley

A view enhanced by wet muddy boots.

The weekend that was

I was in Wales for a friend’s birthday. A remote farmhouse stuffed full of alarmingly smart and interesting women. There was also:

  • Local bacon so delicious that it could be a ‘gateway drug’ for wavering vegetarians.
  • A scramble up a small waterfall. I fell in a stream, filled my shoes with mud and admired the view.
  • No WiFi or internet or mobile phone signal. No digital cave to hide in.
  • All the cakes. Chocolate, carrot, red velvet. Banoffee pie for breakfast. Giant lebkuchen (German biscuit ) in the shape of a smiling woman.
  • A happy mess of heritage, birthplaces, languages, work places and homes.

We don’t have much evidence that this weekend actually took place. No live-tweeting or vlogging or Insta-story. I just have an increased knowledge of precious gems, mindfulness and Dutch snacks; and continuing confusion over Welsh pronunciation.

Happy birthday E, or is that ê?

cake

A global birthday cake. Only slightly offended that Australia got shoved off the side.

Here’s one I wrote earlier

Getting comfortable Daughter: Mum, we’re learning about life cycles at school. Me: OK. What stages are there in a life cycle? Daughter: Birth, growth, reproduction and death. Me: And what stage are you at? …

To all the ladies in the house Mother’s Day had serious expectations heaped upon it, such as handmade cards and someone else replacing the toilet paper for once. International Women’s Day? Just the same old fluff – gender parity, equal opportunities, more women in leadership, less violence blah blah…

Getting older and further away

Several weeks after leaving Facebook, my life continues on.

Older

I had a decidedly non-digital afternoon tea with some delightful ‘old girls’ from my school. I’m not using ‘old’ in a pejorative sense. One of my companions had graduated from school in 1944!

My days are usually spent in the company of people my own age, or with children. It was quite brilliant to share shortbread with an entirely different generation.  No-one secretly checked their messages under the tablecloth. No-one leapt away from the table to grab their iPad to look up the EXACT name of their angina medication. And no-one posted photos of us with mouthfuls of date slice on FB.

I felt younger and springier. Hopeful that I would one day be a feisty senior with sturdy boots and a backpack full of cake, talking too loudly to the bus driver.

We shall be exchanging addresses and sending cards to keep in touch. Hooray!

Further away

I’ve been thinking about the ‘unreal’ friendships that I left behind on FB. I might have commented on photos of their 5 course Peruvian degustation meal, but I really didn’t know what was going on in their lives.  I never asked “How are you?” on Facebook.

Once, a friend received a disturbing email from her very good friend overseas. Lots of apologies for being a bad friend, inadequate mother and general life-failure. Alarming .

Even more sad than the actual email, was our first thought: “Is this real or a hoax?” How could we tell if it was some crazy spam or a genuinely troubling communication? It turned out to be genuine, and I felt so guilty for doubting its authenticity.

I treat email as administrative and functional. In this case, the medium (email) did not match the message (I am feeling truly awful and need a friend).

We have to ask “How are you?” a lot more often. And be happy even if we just get a 🙂  back.

Here’s one I wrote earlier

Love is not dead, it’s just resting.  How often do you tell your loved ones that they are loved? On a sliding scale, I think the most romantic medium are (with 1 being most lovely):

Lazy summer days plus Chipmunks

Alvin and the Chipmunks have a Facebook page, and an official app. I know this because I have just watched Alvin and the Chipmunks! 3! Chipwrecked! (I added in all those extra apostrophes. It’s that kind of film.)

Ugly singing proto-squirrels? Yes, it’s school holidays. Late afternoon movies on demand are a special treat here. I get to hear Chipmunks sing Michael Franti AND Katy Perry, whilst I do my cross stitching. I’m  down with the kids.

[If you need to get involved in their demented furry world – you can Munk Yourself.]

Anyhoo… It’s warm and bright and summery. I’ve just moved house. I shall increase my lazy summer blog content with some pictures.

Colourful fudgeA whole lot of fudge. Just looking at this much refined sugar made my teeth ache. I wish I’d asked what flavour the blue one was…

Jubilee cakesMore blue food. I bought these cakes to celebrate the majestic and dignified reign of Queen Elizabeth II.

Strange shaped strawberryThis is clearly the missing evolutionary link between strawberry and octopus. Not sure if this supports or refutes the theory of intelligent design, but isn’t it cool?

Just eat it

I can’t think of an underlying anti-digital point I can make about these pictures. They all have something to do with food. And they are pretty. Enjoy.

Rainbow cake

rainbow cake

Completely full of artificial colours and flavours

My daughter presented this tray to me: “A rainbow cake”.

The everlasting wedding cake

Felt wedding cake

My wedding cake made from felt!

When I got married this year, I had a cute cake made in felt. I hope it (and the marriage) last!

Fruit bowl

Fruit in wooden fruit bowl

I do like a bit of decorative fruit

I forgot that I had this lovely wooden bowl, and I’m now using it for fruit. This is the decorative fruit bowl, with tastefully arranged specimens. (The other fruit bowl has the almost-too-ripe bananas, sagging tomatoes and ancient kiwifruit.)

Lollipop tree

Lollipop stick on lawn

Will the lollipop tree grow?

Someone told the kids that if they planted their lollipip stick, it would grow in to a lollipop tree. They stuck it in the ground, watered it, and after about 5 minutes of intent stick-watching, wandered off.

Spotty cutlery

 

polka dot spoon, knife, fork

spot chew dot sip

I bought these beautiful Japanese spotty cutlery sets for myself as a wedding present.

King of snacks

Jam and cream bun

I love the decorative presentation squizzled on top...

I think this was a cream bun, or possibly a donut. It was bought from a local bakery in a country town. Almost enough of a reason to move to the country …