Welcome to my little corner of the universe. We have a postal code and our rooftops are seen on Google Earth but by most standards we live in a parallel universe which today delivered a corker that I simply have to share.
I'm jumping the schedule story list but hell, it's my list and I'll treat it with the disdain it deserves. After all, I'm working hard on 'loosening up' and 'being in the moment' (how overworked are those phrases?) and this is me shaking loose.
So, I'm enduring a few days downtime this week while these old bones host Star Wars 98, or GoT 10 as Immunity System, with it's ally Drugs, fights Infection to the death, with my body being the battlefield. Judging by the aches and pains, the battle is a hard fought one but IS and D are emerging top of the heap. Yay!
Returning from the shower this morning to a flashing collection of missed calls from a medley of folk, including Him Outdoors, I felt Armageddon approaching. What could be so urgent at this time of day?
Apparently, HO couldn't get hold of me, (my phone's been on silent for days) so he called in reinforcements from the 'hood. In a nutshell, the line stretched from HO in Durban to Hilton in White River, then went to Kate enroute to Joburg, who sent it to Belinda in White River who in turn deftly forwarded the message to Sherreen, my neighbour across the road.
Who wasn't at home. She was hard at work in her office as any self respecting business woman would be on a Thursday morning. (With the exception of Bookclub Day, but that's only one Thursday a month.)
The message was 'HO can't get hold of Tracy. Deep concern, is she OK?' and Hysteria Lane were treating their mission conscientiously. But Sherreen is not your flapping type and sensibly dashed from her office to the local music school downstairs where she knew Junior Son was hanging out. The perk went right out of her stride when she was told he was on his way back to varsity. So, what was happening to her neighbour?
Plan B - call her daughter and send her over the road to gently knock on the door and check. But what if the knock isn't heard? Maybe give the patient a quick call first. Voila!
Did we laugh as she related the cat's cradle of phone calls, which turned into a right cackle of glee when Junior sent a message later from Joburg saying that Sherreen was trying to get hold of me. Apparently her daughter took the instructions to 'Get hold of him any how you can' seriously and good old social media joined the fray.
In the meantime, of course, I'd got hold of HO and all was sorted so time for my next nap. It was a delightful surprise to awake a few hours later and find him in the doorway - the miracle of flight!
My brain was processing this vision before me when another friend called. I was expecting to receive a message about HO but no, this friend is a meteorite gadding gleefully around our mini galaxy and she was on the phone with an invitation to join her on an evening walk. Her invite declined, she went into detail about her kidney infection which cleared up overnight after she drank litres of water. She didn't need bed rest and drugs. I earnestly assured her that the doctor had done the necessary tests with more in process and the doctor was very certain of her diagnosis.
"Oh," exclaimed Meteorite. "I think I had a very mild case of that then." Yes dear.
To the very dear friends and neighbours who created an emergency telephone message service, to the 2nd generation who connected on FaceBook and especially to Meteorite who had me in fits of laughter over the, well, randomness of individual trains of thought, love and light to you.
We are White River blessed.
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