This morning, I woke up with a pep in my step. I was all ready to face the day.
I’ve been in a massive funk for days and days now – a little homesickness (doan aaks mi bout homesickness when mi deh “home” – - “home” fi me now is wid mi honey-sunshine, so ‘tap ie), a little anxiety, a little nervousness and agitation, a little anger and frustration ….. but somehow, I seem to have moved past it now. I have resolved one aspect of my life that seems to have been weighing me down and immediately, there was SUCH a feeling of release. I started thinking about wedding plans, and dresses….
It’s that time – it’s time to start thinking about how I want it to be. And I have ideas and I am going to start trolling the web for solid leads. I know my dress will be ivory or beige or cream or something in that vein. I know it will most likely be sleeveless or spaghetti straps or something like that, and I know it will kiss the ground … I know my shoes will be comfy and sensible. And I know that I have to be able to set off my groom well in his Class-A’s. And so the search begins.
I went to the Registrar General today to get copies of my various documents … it was an experience. As always, it is always astounding to me the level of indiscipline my people seem to have. Three times one particular gentleman was a nuisance and attempted to circumvent the process. I just smiled.
At noon, as I sat and waited for my number to be called, on came the intercom for “noonday meditation”. I kid you not! Bible verse, prayers and discussion – a FULL 15 minutes of it. I chuckled to myself because I KNOW my international readers will be horrified at that – especially maybe my American readers …. yes, the public was subjected to a 15minute bible study. The funny part is when someone shouted out “Play some reggae deh nuh” (Play some reggae music instead). There were chuckles to be heard here and there, but for the most part, people were respectful of it and allowed this woman to continue her meditation.
Soon after, I watched a VERY attractive elderly rastafarian gentleman. He is trim and firm and his face is old, but still full of life and good looks. He was dressed rather tackily, but only in taste rather than quality. And he was clearly VERY strong. He stood for a long time instead of seeking a seat while he waited. And his hair was tastefully caught up in a subtly coloured turban. I admired him and wondered how many women he had laid bare in his day.
Oooops – he caught me watching him… please don’t make him come over, please don’t make him come over here, please do…. oh good – he’s moving past me. /relief
I think I made a good impression on the agent who assisted me – she and I laughed over GH’s email because while the initial portion of it was well lettered, she lapsed into pure patois at the end and it was such a contrast that it was hilarious – not something I might normally think hilarious since she and I do that so often, but seeing it as through this agent’s eyes and we were cracking up in the place.
I need to find my divorce decree or else go wrestle with the court system for another copy …. that is not going to be funny at all … /sigh But I will find it – I know I will. Man – I can’t beLIEVE I mislaid that … I’ve held onto it for SO long to lose it NOW – of ALL times. /sigh
Finally, tonight, the parents and I went to see Peter in ‘A Winter Tale’. It was clear at first that the script was written while they filmed – it was sketchy and jumpy and the story seemed to have some difficulty forming … but then it sobered up and got serious and cohesive FAST – with a final OOMPH in the end that I did NOT see coming at ALL. Some SOLID acting and some colourful language (I spent the whole night cringing as I just KNEW my parents were beside me going half mad; said Mom halfway through “He DID warn us about the language”) … I think it’s so cute that my parents still hold onto the whole concept of purity of language. I have to keep telling them that colourful language is now a staple – so much so that most of them can be found in the Concise Oxford Dictionary – the dictionary that they brought me up on as the standard and only official English Language reference to be trusted.
In any case, I would recommend the movie to all who are able to find and view it. It has a STRONG message to send. However, I want to caution those who are new to the Jamaican dialect and culture nuances that it could be a challenge to follow in some places (“oo de raas claat yuh ah look pan?” for example) – get a Jamaican to watch it with you – that will make the WHOLE thing clear as day to you. Not that you can’t appreciate it without, but that will certainly enhance it for you.
Whew! HECTIC day … but rewarding in MANY ways. Hubby has been worried about me – especially with the seeming non-ending waterworks on Monday night … but he was obviously relieved and happy to see and hear me sounding like the me he knows today. He teases me that I must be pregnant – that’s the only explanation for the drastic mood swings. I told him to bite his tongue. 
And on that note, I think it’s time to turn in – I am exhausted. Y’all take care now, hear?
YUSH
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