There will be no post today – or, likely, for the next week – as I won’t be here to man the stations.
A last minute flight to Malaysia has been obtained and my family and I will be on it with hurriedly packed bags.
From what I can gather, he was happy when he went. Surrounded by his wife, children, grandchildren. All except that pesky family that decided to set up camp in Australia.
No matter, we will be there shortly to wish him a final farewell. For now.
Two. Hundred. Posts.
It seemed fitting that I celebrate this occasion with a short rewind of what’s happened since the last time I celebrated a milestone like this.
So, without any further crazy commentary from me, here’s ten of my favourite posts from the last hundred. In no particular order. Because narrowing it down to ten was hard enough. So hard that I had to ignore the most recent ten posts because I figure you’ve only just seen them. Actually, I lie. They’re in chronological order. It made it easier on me that way.
It appears that, as I get older, all of my largely unadulterated joy is tinged with that bittersweet flavour of things-that-were-not-to-be.
(I’d best clarify that in saying this, I’m not claiming to be “old” by any means. I’ve still got a good ten or fifteen years in me before that happens!)
But still.
You’d never guess, I’m sure, but I used to be rather the dab hand at throwing a dinner party.
Starters, entrees, mains, desserts. Matching beverages. Food served piping hot, straight to the table and me, ever the hostess-with-the-mostest, alternating between swanning around with a tea-towel thrown over my shoulder and quietly freaking out in a corner about whether I’d overcooked the chicken.
Or worse, undercooked the chicken.
“When was the last time you cooked something Cheh?”
My father looked at me quizzically from across the kitchen, where I’d been guiltily stuffing my mouth full of cherries.
“Erm…” I said, trying not to choke on the stones “last week?”
“I don’t think so.” said he.
I caught a bit of juice that had threatened to escape in vampiresque torrents down the side of my mouth.
“Two weeks ago?”
A head shake.
