Today is exactly 3 months since lockdown. It seems hard to comprehend. Like why water runs off a duck's back or why silver trees become more silver in the rain. Or perhaps like rainbows. If you shift, they vanish. Or become bigger.
I was part of an imbizo in KZN in November and one of the in-house jokes which always brought gales of laughter was someone shouting "Change the position!" whenever we took photos. I feel a bit like there is something in me shouting that same thing.
"Change the position!"
So yesterday I did. My weekly outing (other than school runs) had me hauling the youngest along just to get him out of his sister's space. And along the way I concocted Sunday "lunch up a mountain". Anywhere where we could change the position. DLH (dearly loved hubby) has been hunched in front of screens all week. The tween no less so. How I love Microsoft's family setting where I can turn him off remotely! The teen is back at school so she at least has minimal reason to be glued to that ^&*%%%$$:( machine in the study.
Beautiful views over the Constantia Valley with soft rains sweeping across the hills then vanishing, silver trees gleaming bright, Constantiaberg being coy and playing with mist. Gosh, the moaning and groaning. When the next big cloud came over towards us it got properly wet, but we found an overhang and huddled with our backs the sweeping curtains and dug out our sarmies. The teen sat on a thorny bush which tried to come home with her - I had to liberate her jeans and jacket - and the tween was freezy weezy. Hot tea makes most things feel better and by the time we started back down, they were hopping and skipping and swishing raindrop-laden branches at each other with giggles of glee.
Changing the position changes something in me each time I do it.
Maybe I should do it more often.
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