“Whereas a woman – whether she is interested in babies or microbes or husbands or poetry or servants or parallelograms or gardens or Plato or bridge – is fundamentally and always interested in clothes.”
Daddy Long Legs by Jean Webster
Have you ever played the waiting game? If you are part of the human race then most likely you have. I am on day 3 of a 2 week wait. So far it’s not been too bad. I’ve laid low as per doctor’s orders and done next to nothing, but I’m not very good at that. I’ve followed the suggestion to ‘Be still and know that I am God’ as the psalmist says, but I’m not very good at that either. I’ve made myself some yummy food, which has been pretty successful actually.
Today I’m trying a different tactic – a shopping mall.
I am not a shopper.
I find retail more torture than therapy. Clothes, Jean Webster insists, do interest me, but I just wish I didn’t have to find them and try them on in mirrors that do nothing for my psychological wellbeing. But I do love this quote and I’m persuaded she does really speak for a large proportion of womenkind and most importantly she has given me an idea to ease the waiting.
Tonight I have already planned to meet a precious friend for a film. She always makes me laugh and is very good for my psychological wellbeing. My pleasant waiting idea is to go earlier to our rendezvous place. I’ll spend the afternoon at an outdoor cafe at the mall to soak up some sun, sip a cuppa, order a tasty salad not made by my effort, work on a writing deadline I’ve long neglected, read a book, people watch and laugh in time’s face.
These are a few of my favourite things.
Nyamazela 