The other evening I’d had enough of cricket, farts and FIFA so I pointed the boys to the fridge to fend for themselves, scrubbed up and popped up the road for a quick drink and some girl time with Ms Luken. As usual I ended up staying for six hours.
Mr Luken, who is actually Mr Hearder, was still wearing his Sydney Hobart gear having returned home early from the race after a close shave with a broken rudder on the aptly named Daredevil; So we hunkered down for a few salty tales of swinging booms, Bundaberg rum cake and ambulances, which whilst not strictly girl talk, made a nice change. Usually at home it’s a cacophony of pimpled YouTubers swearing at FIFA packs on the family iMac, Shane Warne droning on about fours, sixes and bling on the mega HD screen and CoD on the PS upstairs.
Mrs Luken’s mum, NanNan meanwhile, went out for a wander while we quaffed a rather nice little rose bubbles from the Hunter Valley.
NanNan has been suffering a rare illness called amyloidosis, which is broadly a rare form of leukaemia. Having endured months of toxic medication and the episodic sadness that comes with chronic disease, this day she was taking a medication break and having a rather splendidly top day topped off with a nice scotch.
In a perfect moment of ideal timing, she returned to the house just as we were reaching the end of the salty tales and cried “you must come and see the clouds.”
So we duly topped up our glasses, because there is only one way to equip an evening ramble and trundled outside to climb up the rock steps and view the clouds, at which point she turned to all of us to declare:
“When you’ve been really sick for a long time, you realise on the good days just how beautiful life is. Just look at the blue of the sky, the green of the water, the riot of red on the hibiscus. I feel like there’s hope again,” and she cried, and of course we all cried too in a beautiful group cry-hug-snot-dribble bonding moment.
The simple joy of a little happy snot and dribble. The only cost, a nice bottle of bubbles (or two).
Have a little snot and dribble today will you, and remember to look up at the clouds.
My love to you, and if for any reasons, you just can’t look up to the clouds, please say so to someone. Even to me. xx