Not sure how to begin this one but feel it’s something I have to say. I was in a meeting of sorts today and when I left, one of the other attendees left along side me. Noticing my vehicle, like you can miss it. Union jack front plate and “Little Brit More” right across the back window. CDPE and real estate info on the sides. I mean, please! The other “person” said ” oh, I guess I should have realised this truck was yours” and I politely replied “um yeah just a hint huh?” That’s where it all goes down hill in a heart beat…I’m being congratulated on my transition to a better life safe keeping here in the US. ( I will tell you I am beyond pleased to be living in a close proximity to my husband. The cost, financially and emotionally has been immense…..Would I trade it? most days, no). I look at the deliverer of this message with that puzzled expression that doubles up to say ” what the heck are you on about?” and on goes the messenger…”I mean to come here and build a new life and be safe and free” does this person have a clue as to where the UK is? I didn’t escape Somalia to come here, safe? What the hell does safe mean? the conversation continues.”How long have you been here?” I reply ” 16 years” (arriving the week of the Oklahoma bombings and moving to MD the day before 9/11)…that is met with “oh gosh you must feel so blessed, Especially escaping the riots?” What can I say? I left my kids yesterday to make a nine hour dash back for business. Not in a good frame of mind for anyone to try and chat with me, let alone talk out of a place most of us sit on. I wonder if some of the folks I come into contact with have any clue as to the rest of the world and how it works. Still time to go bank my check and go about my business. That involves finding the appropriate keys for homes in my care, Returning keys and garage door openers for homes that I have sold, Sorry Laura if you are reading this. Running to pick up steak and fish for dinner tonight and lunches to go tomorrow. Shoving in some laundry and soaking the dried out flower baskets after a week away. Prepping for up coming classes and applying for a job that someone casually mentioned in passing, that if I could secure, would change a lot of things…reading this Daisy Mai??? During this running around, I stop at a red light and there is a huge sign on the side of the road that reads” need to learn a second language?” I have been thinking whether to polish and expand my German or learn sign language. Not that I don’t have a full load right now. But it’s a long light and I have time to dial the number and ask what is involved in the program. I really have to listen hard to the lady on the other end of the phone. She is excited that German is my choice of language as she is the German instructor…interestingly, she doesn’t sound German so I enquire as to her country of origin. She tells me she is Romanian with a Hungarian/ German mother so she speaks it as her mother tongue….and then inquires where I am from as I have an accent. When I tell her I am English, she says “oh, from which country”……and I reply” ummm England?”
Why write this book?
My friend Danna has been in receipt of my letters, cards, phone calls, e-mails, passions and grief for the past 20 years. Throughout all my misfortunes and catastrophes, I have somehow kept her amused and in stitches. She has been nagging me to write a book for so long.
What a crazy week, maybe finally some work…well one would hope! I bought a folding table for my sewing machine and have cut out vintage style aprons for my girls, just need to sew them together…just need to do a stack of things, truth be told. I got a little carried away after that and bought another folding table for the second dormer window in my office and will use it for my seed production. My office is now home to my treadmill, bowflex, though I walk outside 5 days out of 7. My sewing table, sewing machine and all crafts requiring scissors, my plant table, seed incubation area oh and yes my desk! All of my “Just need to get that done”. I have stuff. I bought a bunch of perennial seeds, a few veggie seeds, which, because my husband is not loving the idea of raised flower beds…I think he actually said “no” hell no” and then “over my dead body” all which have negative overtones that lead me to believe no raised vegetable beds in my immediate future at least ….never to be deterred, I am going to have “patches ” of veg throughout my back garden flower beds…… can’t keep a good girl down! So with all of those little projects to get done this month, in comes some “possible” paid work. Add to that, I have to make some samples of gluten free goodies (of which I have some super recipes) to Williams Sonoma, they “may want me to demo again for them.