Older, but no wiser
Andy Borrows' musings on life and all its confusion, contradictions, richness and opportunities
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Changes (2)
This post really deserves more time, but that, as you’ll see, has suddenly become a commodity in even shorter supply than usual.
Life is full of surprises.
Son number two leaves for Zambia in 8 weeks time, on a 2 year teaching contract here.
That wasn't a surprise; he was never going to anything merely ordinary and, even though I may not be able to enact it for myself, I've always tried to instill in him the idea that anything is possible if you put your mind to it. So far, he's been remarkably successful at proving it.
With him goes his girlfriend; that too isn't a surprise. A classic case of being made for each other, if ever there was one.
In 4 weeks, 4 days and about 16 hours they'll be married. That's the surprise. Not the prospect of marriage at some yet-to-be-specified time in the future – that too was known. The original plan was that they'd get married when they got back, but that's a long time away, especially with ageing grandparents back here in the UK. So at very nearly the last minute, they decided it would be a Good Idea to tie the knot before they depart for for exotic climes.
And Good Idea it is too. One of many consequences of course is that for the few weeks we are going to be rather busy, and most probably increasingly distracted as The Day approaches.
Not quite as busy, I hope, as yesterday turned out to be though. We…
…went to see the end-of-course presentations at Homerton College, Cambridge where he’s been doing his Post Graduate Certificate in Education;
…drove to Norfolk to the venue they’re chosen for the wedding and confirmed arrangements. (The location is stunning; I’ll put some photos up when I get a moment).
… Went on to the venue for the reception (where a late lunch proved an excellent way of sampling their culinary expertise with the local farm produce) and discussed arrangements there;
…drove back to Cambridge to meet the father of the bride-to-be for the first time and shared a very pleasant open-air pub dinner watching the antics of the punters on the River Cam;
…got back home about 14 hours after leaving it, with seemingly not a moment to draw breath in the intervening hours.
And there’s still change number three I haven’t told you about yet…
Life is full of surprises.
Son number two leaves for Zambia in 8 weeks time, on a 2 year teaching contract here.
That wasn't a surprise; he was never going to anything merely ordinary and, even though I may not be able to enact it for myself, I've always tried to instill in him the idea that anything is possible if you put your mind to it. So far, he's been remarkably successful at proving it.
With him goes his girlfriend; that too isn't a surprise. A classic case of being made for each other, if ever there was one.
In 4 weeks, 4 days and about 16 hours they'll be married. That's the surprise. Not the prospect of marriage at some yet-to-be-specified time in the future – that too was known. The original plan was that they'd get married when they got back, but that's a long time away, especially with ageing grandparents back here in the UK. So at very nearly the last minute, they decided it would be a Good Idea to tie the knot before they depart for for exotic climes.
And Good Idea it is too. One of many consequences of course is that for the few weeks we are going to be rather busy, and most probably increasingly distracted as The Day approaches.
Not quite as busy, I hope, as yesterday turned out to be though. We…
…went to see the end-of-course presentations at Homerton College, Cambridge where he’s been doing his Post Graduate Certificate in Education;
…drove to Norfolk to the venue they’re chosen for the wedding and confirmed arrangements. (The location is stunning; I’ll put some photos up when I get a moment).
… Went on to the venue for the reception (where a late lunch proved an excellent way of sampling their culinary expertise with the local farm produce) and discussed arrangements there;
…drove back to Cambridge to meet the father of the bride-to-be for the first time and shared a very pleasant open-air pub dinner watching the antics of the punters on the River Cam;
…got back home about 14 hours after leaving it, with seemingly not a moment to draw breath in the intervening hours.
And there’s still change number three I haven’t told you about yet…
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