Why the joy? Because we’re going to Wales! I’m going to see Bronwyn! Grams was going to save it as a Christmas surprise, but she said that I was moping around so, that she had to tell me. “Come on Gweeds, get your chins off the floor!” said she.
This picture is the lane below the house that Bronwyn shares with Marian, Emlyn, Teddy Edward and Declan. Beyond it are Caernarfon and the Irish Sea. I can hardly wait. Wales can have harsh weather, to be sure; but somehow whenever I’m there it’s lovely. Chilly, but lovely.
It will mean that we have to leave Paris early, but Henri and his mum are leaving the day before we do, so I don’t mind as much. This is one of those twists and turns of life that I was musing about yesterday. You just never know what’s around the corner, or how long the block will be before you get to that corner.
Somehow that reminds me of a silent film I saw once. I was called “The Crowd,” and it was directed by King Vidor. It’s about a fellow who works in a huge impersonal office. He’s never going to get anywhere, but he’s always optimistic that something will happen that will miraculously change his life. He’s married and has a couple of little kids. His wife always has to cut corners and scrounge to feed and clothe the family. One day he and his family are at Coney Island. It’s hot; the kids are running around and/or fussing. The wife is looking more than harried. Our hero is playing the banjo and singing. He turns to his wife and repeats what he always says to her, “Don’t worry honey, one day my ship will come in!” She gives him a very dry look and says, “is it being pulled by mice from the North Pole?!?”
Well, my ship has more than come in: it’s tied up at the dock and it’s unloading its hold full of good cheer right now. I’ m going to Wales! I’m going to Wales!
A la prochaine. Moochas smoochas, Gweeds
*Ode to Life by Pablo Neruda