Playgroup

Our Hostess, Ketut invited us to come along to play group with her and her daughter Jesinta. While I am not a frequent attendee at our High River playgroup, I know how things go. Hard working mommies come to get adult conversation, hopefully a half cup of coffee and let their kids blow off some steam. The conversation, between constant runny nose and 'who hit who' interuptions centres on a few topics. To get or not to get the H1N1, minivan or 5th wheel, who knows a good sitter, yada yada yada...

Here it goes a little differently; (though the runny nose and who hit who is identical!) 'Yea, got Dengue fever last year, horrible.' - 'Think I finally have my hubby convinced to upgrade our moped to a 125cc engine... just cant make it up the hills with 100cc's and all four of us on there, let alone with groceries!'

Without waxing nostalgic, I owe any of my forefathers an apology if I rolled my eyes at them over the good old days. The good old days aren't about fuzzy memories of greener grass, they are still here in Bali, and are a tangible way of life that is actually more 'real' than what I've entrenched myself in for most of my adult life. Don't get me wrong, I'll come home and get right back to work... I don't have much genetic choice in the matter. But it is good for me.

It's true what they say about life passing us by. Only here, it goes slow enough that you can see it.