pic by safari craig
my favourite things: (she sings)
we're back. the gary glitter gang. from out of space. as in did you hang my picture on your wall?
we had a heavenly time.
but before i carry on blahing (new reference for blogging. keep up keep up.)...THANKS for all the comments. flutter flutter - i just wanna thank my cast, my director, steve, and co star brad...but most of all, my mum who was with me all the way....thanks....(and she waves her oscar for most comments EVER) really. thanks!
the only people who did not in fact comment are:
1. ernest. (does anyone know what's happened to ernest? seriously? do you think god finally got to him? bloody hell....ERNEST? at least post for godsake...?)
2. miranda. (because she really doesn't care enough. and heavy with child.)
3. tim (because he isn't biodegradable.)
4. the periodic englishman( because, well, he's periodical.)
yes. so back to the camping in west kilimanjaro.
for me, particularly, all my favourite things in the world were thrown in together, in one scoop. and nothing sank to the bottom like all the best bits in a pasta.
my favourite things: (she sings)
family, horses, wild spaces and game, guitar, elephant, really really cool people and things; as in beautiful eliza, her fuscia hand beaded indian divine skirt which she bought at the market for LESS THAN US$ 9...(yes. she plays The Gourd exceptionally well thank-you). jamie, dirk and riccarda (the elephant trainers, occasional aardvark wheelers and keepers of bush pigs under the bed) safari craig, carlos, old stone walls, views, new roads.. parties (every second night). not boogie nights kind of parties, but guitars next to fires, (not quite nuts in may, ok???)marshmallows and LOTS of red wine and whisky and manymanymanymanyandmany CIGARETTES.
which reminds me its monday and i have officially Given Up. again. god. first day and counting. bear with me folks should i be a little "off". i am meant to be feeling celebratory....but i'm not. i'm just Bloody Well Not, ok? i am miserable. i feel like a scheming schizophrenic. i can't remember anything. i have become almost gaga, and dangerously doolaley.
so yes. where was i? saturday night. there i was, just back from a ride after the rain across the plains filled with game and distant storms and lightening and pastel skies and eagles like statues as we rode quietly beneath them in the twilight (keeping quiet for once. jesus. it's amazing what happens when you shut your mouth.) giraffe watching us curiously then following us, trotting next to eland, standing with zebra, meeting elephant (wild ones) (scary ones which watched us silently and rather too closely for my liking). my horse did not know how to tip toe......
there i was. there i was waiting in the little stone house for the rest of the family to return from their excursion, lighting the lamps, warming my hands next to the roaring fire, dying for them to come back to hear their stories.....wondering if they were feeling as thankful, fulfilled and ecstatic as i.
they had been to visit nkarsis (means princess in maa). nkarsis is a little ten year old elephant, who was orphaned. .dirk and riccarda had said it was ok for the children to meet her. she isn't very used to children but adores them and "gets a little over excited" and apparently "wants to hug them, take them with her trunk and hug them between her front legs..." Said Dirk The Elephant Training Man. i trust Dirk The Elephant Training Man. i so want to trust nkarsis hugging my children between her legs with her trunk and sweet little tusks but i must confess, it scares the shit out of me.
i heard the car arrive, then three sets of feet hit the ground running for the house, accompanied by shouts Maaa! Maaaa! Maaaa! Muuummmmm! all racing to tell me....their faces filled with light and spark; Life and joy and All Things Good.
each of the children had to blow into nkarsis trunk to greet her. she became very fond of gabby because she is the littlest. and kept coming back to greet her and kiss her. she gave craig high five and low five. she catches sticks and she talks! low rumbling and gurgling. dirk said that she hadn't talked to anyone for a while, until she met the children. interesting. don't you think?
the children burst onto the veranda -= holding their muddy legs for me to see nkarsis kisses in the lamp light. muddy smudges..gabby had a mud splodge on her heart. of course no one wanted to wash their elephant kisses away. who would? rubin said no-one would believe him at school. i said, tell them to ask your mother.
so we're back, in the little pink house on the green hill (beautifully irrigated from gentle steady rains now), savouring elephant kisses and dreamy memories....
god i was so happy when i was smoking.pic by eliza http://eliza-pix.blogspot.com
toooodely old hoodely pip, You. X.X.X. smacking elephant kisses on your rollicking old heart....