sorry.
I'm sooooooo sorry.
whoa - sorry!
and my daughter's favorite - SAH-REE! (flip your shoulders and squiggle your eyebrows together)
This week was a "Sorry" week. You know it'll be a doozy when you start off on Monday morning with a 'sorry I burned your toast' AND a 'sorry there's no clean socks' AND a 'No, sorry, you can't dance on the table with the bread knife and the mustard spoon'.
So 'sorry' comes freely and truthfully to my tongue, and looking back on the last few days I see that I used it quite often. But it's also a feeling, a sense of let-down-ness, of 'ugck' in the pit of one's stomach, or a pause in one's breath.
I called a friend on Thursday evening, just for a chat. Her husband answered the phone and, to my "hey Kosta, how's it goin?" he answered that one of their friends, the godfather of their youngest daughter,
had died that morning.
He was 35. A fisherman, pretty fit, active, a really nice guy. He came home from the boat as usual, kissed his wife and kids, and went to bed. But never woke up.
"I am SO sorry" is nothing in the wake of such news, but it was the only thing I had to offer. I have thought of the family all week, with a catch in my throat and an 'ungck' in my stomach.
Last weekend another friend lost her father, and had to fly to Germany one day too late to see him.
And of course the riots (here and in Athens) have been on our minds all week, truly
a sorry state of affairs.
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I look up sorry in the online dictionary and the usual meanings are displayed: sad, mournful, expressing regret, a bad state of being. Those references all take me to "source materials." Hoping for some insightful quotation or archaic philosophical clue, I click -
and the Amazon website comes up with about 500 books on word origins.
Commerce, one is relieved to know, will always find a way.
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Just now I got off the phone with my friend. After a long day of post-funeral coffee making and cake-serving she managed to get back to her own family just in time for her angry relatives (they had been watching the kids) to scream about why she was so late and how they'd never make it back home on time now with the rain and all.
I hope she just looked at them, and didn't say sorry.
2 comments:
Our dear art tutor!
Just wanted to say hi! after such a long time:-) I don't know if you're still checking on your blog, since it's been almost three months from the last time you posted something, as I notice!
So, it's so nice to read these finely written diary-posts of yours and confirm to myself that your creative attitude is alive 'n' kickin'! I'd be pleased if I could read "you" online more often. But, I guess, you don't have much time, as usual:-)
I have thought of you many times since we moved in London this September. There's so much mental "food" here that makes me wanna share it and discuss it with an artistically sensitive soul like you!:-p I hope you don't mind, but sometimes you take part in my..."mental dialogues"!
Anyway, the course here is running great. Very interesting indeed, however, VERY time-consuming! I'd never imagined that our studies could occupy 10/24, 7/7 !! We have to give all ourselves to it, like a sacrifice it seems! But so sweet and rewarding! University studies in Greece was never like that, which contradiction was a pleasant surprise to me. I don't want to rush in drawing my conclusions about the british educational system, however, judging from myself, I think it works great, keeping your attention and interest to the zenith!
Well, I dropped by "just to say hi" and here I am jawing:-p
I hope you're really well, you and your family (the kids have grown up so much! Lia looks very much like you and Joji looks like a very big tease;-) and always be inspiring, creative and smiling!
See you around!
Many many kisses,
Myrto & Evripides.-
I've always wanted to comment about this post, but never know what to say.
So, I will just say this...
THANK YOU.
You are wonderful. Thank you for being there...
You are necessary in my life.
:)
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