It’s been a sad couple of weeks in the Aussie mummyblogosphere. There have been tragic accidental deaths, and a subsequent suicide. Three different families of young kids who have lost a parent.
At the same time, Queensland went under, with the waters raging down into New South Wales and badly affecting border towns in Victoria as well. Not to mention the fuckwit who used an inflatable doll as a flotation device on the Yarra yesterday before the thing popped and she had to be rescued. There are some people who are just such wankers it’s hard to comprehend.
Another thing that’s difficult to comprehend is that Dorothea Mackellar was only 19 when she wrote these most beautiful and fitting words:
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of drought and flooding rains,
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me.
There are lots of Aussies here and we all have connections in Queensland, so we’ve been a bit bleak. Three-quarters of the Philippines also flooded badly last week (1.42 million people displaced; 62 dead). So the helpers are all worried and sombre. And then Brazil. One of the mothers in our playgroup is from Brazil, where 500 people died in flooding there last week.
With all these events, it’s depressing to stay online for too long. I tried to avoid it all weekend. Slept most of Saturday while Dad and Penny took the kids to see a play of the Gruffalo. Woke up in time to have a 4pm lunch of salad and tea with my husband, IN A CAFE, WHILE READING NEWSPAPERS. On Sunday, took Rufus to Hong Kong Park for a walk through the magnificent aviary there. After that we decided to take the Peak Tram up to Victoria Peak. Rufus loved the funicular tram but he was most excited by how many escalators there are at the Peak. I don’t even think he noticed the view.
There’s this big heart up there. You write messages on smaller paper hearts and attach them to the big heart. We made a Rufus heart and a Zadie heart and brought them home. Then I made a Joel heart and a Jade heart, tied them together, and attached them to the big heart.
There they’ll stay, beating together in the Peak breeze forever and ever*.
*until it gets too full, and a cleaning crew rips them all down and puts them in garbage bags which eventually make it to the Tseung Kwan O landfill, where our joined hearts will squish together under rotting vegetable detritus for all eternity.
I’m still grateful.