To make my misery complete, Nici
sweetly requested I read her third
vampire novel, unfortunately the
author got carried away by the
Baroque melodrama
The wealth of cluttering detail and
first-person conversation, immature
musing on the nature of perfect love;
was just too much - I speed-read till
near the end
Then gave up, disappointing my
daughter, cannot take any more
juvenile analysis of the intricacies
of life; Nici explaining the horrors
of her last year at school
You suffering through a rugby match;
turning up the volume, your favourite
singer*, lately deceased, describing
his perspective on Everything – you
insist I should listen
I cannot right now - André Rieu playing
on my side of the house; just let me be
in peace – I LOVE the carousel of rising
feelings and activity family members
provide; but need the freedom…
…to quietly compose my mind in the eye
of these whirlwind storms of activity…
*Lucas Maree, South Africa
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