It’s a warm spring night in Wellington. I’ve been writing, didn’t notice what the time was. When I checked the phone messages, my sister had rung saying that my Ma was leaving her house. That was 35 minutes ago. It’s only a 15 minute walk so I called my sister. It’s nothing to be worried about, my Mother has probably just bumped into someone she knows and ended up chatting, but it’s strange how I only let myself miss people when I’m worried about them.
It’s dangerous writing in your blog when you’re contemplative . It’s like doing the supermarket shopping when you’re hungry.
The door just went. It’s Ma. She’s safe and sound.
I miss a lot of people. I hope you’re all safe and sound.