Last weekend I found myself in one of those rare moments - when Yashar and Senol were still asleep - where everything was quiet, so quiet that I could hear the click of the stove as I lit it to make tea, the crack of the egg, the clock ticking, little rain drops on the window. It felt good.
But I knew soon I would start to miss the noise. I would start to walk past the bedroom door loudly, to start knocking the dishes together to make them stir. And eventually I would hear little feet pattering up. A hug. And then me saying 'go wake baba up', 'say to baba - breakfast is ready'- three words that are sure to wake him from his usual coma like sleep......and then busy, busy, a sparking computer cable, a trip to buy a long overdue replacement (woohoo! Apart from the sparking cable, typing with a missing w, 4, $ and i does kinda make life difficult!) Then home to prepare for the Christmas bazaar next Tuesday (more on that soon) and then Senol asking me if I liked the new computer and me turning around, smiling widely, to say 'it's awesome lovey' while cutting some paper with a stanley knife (exacto knife)...hmm, I think you can see where this is going...
Yes, [cue violins] here I sit typing with bandaged finger after a quick trip to the hospital and a tetanus injection. Eeek!
5 comments:
ouch - that must have hurt so much. Hope it on the mend, Love M xxxx
Eeek! Geçmiş olsun!! Hope it's healing up.
ouch vezzie! sounds like something i would do!! looking forward to hearing all about your christmas market! very exciting indeed! xxx
Poor little sweetheart. I hope it is not hurting too much. Next time close the knife and then chat.
xx
You described that moment of quiet perfectly. I've been there, too, when oddly I want them to wake up and start stomping around to keep me company. If I don't hear them, something doesn't seem right! So sorry about the cut finger! Things like that always seem to happen in the kitchen, while talking, and cleaning up, and juggling the phone, and...
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