We returned from our Central American Cruise on the Seabourne Odyssey in January all rested. I think it was one of the best cruises we had been on as we met and made friends with so many nice people: Sandra and Ray from Australia, Brigitte and Dieter from Switzerland and Jack and Linda from Mexico. Its certainly a ship we would like to go on again, even though we had a bit of a rough time on one of the sea days.

A week into the new year we heard the sad and tragic news of the death of hubby’s cousin, Daniel – it was hard to believe and hard to say goodbye to him. But we were glad that we had the opportunity to see him and his family in Valladolid in 2010. We spent a weekend in Dubai in the second week of January as hubby attended a conference and watched in horror as the Costa Concordia sank in an unfortunate accident. At that moment at least, I felt I wouldn’t go on another cruise…

The capsized Costa Concordia

Danial visited us in Kuwait also in January this year – what a great event that was as it had been quite a while since he spent some time with us in Kuwait. Thanks to a job change from Delloitte to AirAsia that gave him unspent annual leave to spend! It was a lovely start to a new year and I enjoyed every minute of doing “stuff” with my boy. We had our first shooting experience at a range in Kuwait, in addition to fooding, of course, and some shopping! Everybody’s always too busy when I go home! The first day we went out together again in Kuwait, like the old days when he spent his Australian summer vacation here in the winter, he said to me, as I drove us to the Avenues Mall, “We never get to do things like this eh, Mum?” *heart* Danial coming to Kuwait was a  bonus this year as we got to spend some quality family time together.

Dan in Kuwait

Three weeks later, I went home to Malaysia on my usual first trip home of the year. It was great to spend time with Mum and the rest of the family and of course more time with Danial, when he had time of course Smile. He was very excited in his new job and although I hardly spent that much time with him, I was glad for the opportunity we had to do a few things together.

As usual I took the opportunity to make some minor home improvements while I was home and this time it was to add the laminated wooden floor to that part of the apartment between our kitchen, guest bathroom and the casual dining area. Small as it was, that change did make a difference to the area! I was also concerned that the morning sun was the cause of the damage to our conversation piece of a sofa and tried to install some attractive and functional blinds on our balcony which we could pull down in the mornings. Somehow the building management had rules against the type of blinds I wanted to install so I had to contend with some sunscreen blinds behind our curtains instead.

Kuwait had not one, but two elections in 2012, once in February and again in December and also witnessed a couple of “firsts” – the first ever flashmob (incidentally an event choreographed and sponsored by hubby’s employer, Zain) and the first ever Guinness World Record event – the largest fireworks display in the world.

There were also a couple of other firsts for us in 2012 – one of which was the first time ever we participated in a cooking competition.  It was a Paella Cooking Competition organised by the Spanish community in Kuwait in April. The second first for us was that we won the competition! Smile

Our certificate and the unique trophy

The Malaysian Embassy in collaboration with PERWAKILAN Kuwait (the Association of Malaysian Ladies of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs) held a very successful inaugural Malaysian Food Bazaar in 2012 and my friend Zaharah and I participated and helped to man the satay stall. That’s two food-related events for me this year!

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In June we went on a weekend trip to Abu Dhabi to catch Madonna’s MDNA World Tour in the sweltering or should I say scorching, summer heat. A couple of weeks later we took off on another kind of tour – driving around Ireland and Scotland. It was a great 16 days in the UK and while we had been to Scotland before, it was our first time in Ireland. We kicked off the holiday driving from Belfast to the Giants Causeway then Galway where we spent my birthday. Despite all the places we visited in Ireland, certainly the highlight of our visit was our experience at Dún Aengus.

At the edge of the wrold at Dún Aengus

Scotland was just as green and lovely too, despite the cold and wet days we had. We only cancelled one activity and that was a visit to Dunnottar Castle at Stonehaven because of a really bad fog: this was all we could see of the castle!

Dunnottar Castle or what's supposed to be Dunnottar Castle, in the fog!

All the other days were great as we drove from one city to another in Scotland from Loch Lomond to John O’groats to Inverness..we loved the Fairies Glen, Skye, Lybster and all the glens, cairns and lochs we saw and visited! While in Scotland we also arranged to meet up a couple of times with my sis-in-law, Maria and her husband Iñigo, who were also on a holiday in Scotland. It won’t be our last holiday in Scotland as there is so much more to see and do there.

This year I spent half of Ramadhan here in Kuwait with hubby and half in Kuala Lumpur with Danial and my family. Closer to Eid, hubby arrived and this year as usual, we invited friends over to celebrate Eid with us at home on the second day.

Us at Eid

There was another first for me this year – during our trip to London, I finally met a Facebook friend with whom I’d been in touch not only on Facebook, but spoke to on the phone and Skyped with…but never met. Norlizah drove down with hubby, Anders from their home in one of the London suburbs to have dinner with us at Tok Din’s. We had a blast and it was a memorable evening. She happened to be in Kuala Lumpur during Ramadhan and of course we caught up with each other again.

We travelled again to Italy this year and spent 8 days in Milan during the Eid al Adha break. It was supposed to be our annual la dolce far niente break but we ran out of ideas as to where to go without repeating destinations – so we decided on Milan. We enjoyed the fooding and did a bit of shopping. Just a bit.. In a couple of days we will do the last bit of travelling this year – this time to San Sebastian in Spain to spend a bit of time with my sis-in-law, Maria and her husband and family. We will spend a couple of days in Madrid and try to catch up with hubby’s cousin and aunt there too.

2012 was a very busy year for me at my painting studio as my seasoned painters (and friends) continued to come and paint and many new students began their decorative painting journey. I kept classes to  two times a week so that I still had time to prepare for classes and also enjoy other activities. I still did not paint as much as I wanted to though.

My favourite painting this year

As usual, so many numbers every year. Hubby and I celebrated sixteen years of marriage this year and we are thankful for the good life we have had together. 2012 marks our ninth year in Kuwait and 12 years of life abroad. Certainly we are looking forward to the day we will “retire” back in Malaysia and I’m not giving away any dates here yet. Soon is all I can say. Smile

Danial turned 27 a couple of days ago and I find it hard to believe sometimes that he is my “grown-up” son and no longer the little kid I pampered and nurtured. I guess as far as I’m concerned, as a mother, pampering and nurturing doesn’t ever end. And don’t think for a moment that I tire.

2012 will go down as the year that the “Mayan Apocalypse” was predicted and did not happen…I wonder if, in the years to come, we’ll still remember the hype created about the 21st of December being the last day of civilisation or will it be just another day in history like Y2K.

So only one week to the end of another year. Time flies as everyone says and I get the feeling it won’t be long before I sit here again trying to remember where the year went and trying to write something new and different. Anyway, it has been a good year as always and we thank God for everything. We pray and hope for a year of peace and harmony around the world ahead in the new year and look forward to new opportunities to learn and do something better.

Well…the Mayan Apocalypse didn’t happen. Of course not.

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We spent the evening watching the movie “2012” again and well, it did send some shivers down my spine!


So what did you do on 21-12-12 when they said that civilisation as we know it was supposed to end?

Its our son Danial’s birthday today and we wish him a very happy 27th birthday and may you have many, many more great birthdays like today…..

So this was the last day of my month at home in Malaysia.

It flew by so fast I couldn’t believe it was already time to go back to Kuwait. I told my son Danial that I didn’t mind staying another two weeks. It seemed I never had enough time whenever I went back home.

I was busy everyday. My days were so tight that I’d try and fit in as much as I could everyday. I spent the greater part of every day at my mum’s and fit in errands, home improvement, friends and fire-fighting around my time at Mum’s. I spent most evenings with Danial. Some days I’d meet a girlfriend early in the morning for breakfast then run an errand then off to Mum’s till almost tea time. And then home to cook dinner. Some days I’d be at Mum’s early in the morning, dash off to meet a friend for lunch then back to Mum’s in the afternoon. And sometimes when Danial had an evening appointment, it was the complete reverse. I’d be at Mum’s all day and in the evening I’d catch up with a girlfriend over dinner.

So while I brought my MacBook home with me, hopeful that during my “free time” I could catch up on all those projects I had, like cleaning up my photo library, catching up on my blogging, preparing for my painting classes back in Kuwait etc, it didn’t happen. All I used my MacBook for was Skyping with hubby. I just did not have any time to do any of those things.

I’ll say it again – I’m always so busy when I go home. One of these days, I really want to go home for a holiday.

So back to today. It’s a nice day at Mum’s. Everyone is here. Three of my brothers and their family came over and everyone is in a good mood. It rained hard and heavy for a while so we all stayed indoors and chatted and what not. After the rain – and I love the fresh smell of the grass – we all went outside and sat around on the terrace. Mum’s nurse wheeled her out to enjoy the fresh air.

Raindrop on a leaf

One of my brothers noticed this drop of rain on a leaf on one of my Mum’s many, many potted plants in and around the terrace. And as soon as he had said, “Hey, look at this…”, everyone scrambled around the little plant, phones in hand and started snapping away. Everyone was very careful not to touch the leaf lest the drop of water trickled away.

Tomorrow I fly back to Kuwait. And despite having been here a month, the picture that will remain most vivid in my mind is this drop of rainwater on a leaf after the rain. I can’t really say why. There’s just a poignancy about it and I don’t really want to get mushy. Lets just agree that it’s a very nice pic taken with my iPhone 4S.

I had my first shooting experience at a public shooting range in Kuwait today!

It had been a weekend of “fooding” on the occasion of our son Danial visiting Kuwait for the first time since January 2008, so the shooting “excursion” was a welcome change!

The Mayadeen Public Shooting Range or NRC is located in the Mubarak al-Kabeer area of Kuwait near the Sahara Golf and Country Club and opens from 5pm to 9pm on a Saturday. We made our way there just before 6pm.

Hubby had already been there after he discovered it last year but all of us were really excited about it. Danial, most of all. Of course, I was very excited as well, although when we got there, I wasn’t really sure if I would be shooting at all. Suddenly, it seemed a little daunting. I also wondered if women actually went there shooting!

It was one of the coldest days so far this winter in Kuwait and the wind was cold, cold, cold, as we ran from the car to the entrance of the building that housed the shooting range.

Mayadeen Public Shooting Range

The man at the reception asked for our Civil IDs and Danial’s passport. He scanned our documents, retained them and sent us on our way. We didn’t get anything in return, like a receipt or a pass, and I wondered how he would make sure he gave everyone the right documents back! I guess we would have to make sure he did. The chap must have a great memory for faces.

The shooting galleries were all downstairs as was a restaurant / cafe that served hot and cold drinks, cakes and sandwiches.

I looked at the shooting gallery for handguns and actually saw women there. So, ok, I WAS going to shoot after all! No doubt about that. This was going to be one experience I wasn’t going to miss.

Hubby knew the ropes as he went to a counter where a cheerful gentlemen sat and showed him the “menu” for guns and rifles. On the table he had this display of the different sizes of bullets – hubby had told me we weren’t allowed to take photographs so I didn’t. This image is courtesy of another website.

Bullets

Hubby and Danial chose the Beretta 9mm which were big guns and since I didn’t know anything about guns, hubby, my military man, chose an “appropriate” one for me. I was going to shoot a smaller gun, a .38 calibre. A large calibre gun actually, which was used by the police in the US before 1990! Anyway, we were surprised later that they had given me this Taurus 82S.

The Taurus 82S .38 Revolver I used

Perhaps the smaller Smith & Wesson (the kind women carried for protection in their purse, like Bree in Desperate Housewives!) would have been more appropriate.

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The full range of guns offered to customers at the shooting range is quite impressive and the prices were very reasonable. We paid KD6 for 20 rounds for each of the handguns.

Hubby put on the ear protection and went inside the shooting gallery to hand in our papers after he paid for the revolver and we had to wait outside until they called us. It was very well-organised. The instructors were experienced and qualified Filipino professionals. Once they had prepared our guns they called us in. We all put on our ear protection and waited. We were assigned instructors and one of the 10 shooting stalls in the 25-metre shooting range. Danial started first in Stall 3 and I stood waiting gleefully with hubby for my turn. I was getting nervous and told him to please wait and go with me.

As if that was going to happen. We didn’t really know if they would let him stay with me.

The target sheet being positioned mechanically

We had to wait behind a yellow line as as my target sheet was installed. An instructor prepared a gun in Stall 4. Then he called me and hubby had to stay behind the line. Everything went fuzzy after that. I had never been THIS CLOSE to a gun before, let alone handle one.

These things kill people! OMG….here we go..

I forgot to ask his name but my instructor was very good.

Him: “Have you ever used a gun before, ma’am?”

Me: “No…”

Him: “Ok first time…”

He started to explain the parts of the gun to me, then the rules. Safety is a big thing at the shooting range of course. The most important one being that the muzzle of the gun is to stay pointed towards MY paper target in MY stall in the shooting range and NOWHERE ELSE at all times. Certainly the loaded gun cannot be pointed at anyone in the range at any time. THESE ARE REAL BULLETS – LIVE AMMUNITION – AFTER ALL. After loading the bullets, my trigger finger should rest horizontally above the trigger UNTIL I’m ready to shoot. He then showed me how to load the bullets, loaded the first six rounds, showed me how to aim and then gave me the gun.

My palms started to sweat. The gun was quite heavy and I had no idea what kind of recoil, if any, I would experience. He didn’t say anything about it to me so it must not be a big deal. So I did as he explained. He stood on my left. I held the gun with both hands, pointed it at my target, closed one eye, aligned the front sight and rear sight of the gun to the target as he had explained and pull the trigger.

Phew! I had fired my first shot. Scary.

I had aimed too high and the bullet hit outside the target range! He said to aim lower and explained how to align the gun to the centre of the target again. To hit the 10.

I fired my second shot and this time I hit somewhere within the target. Yaaay! I’m getting this. Then I tried the other way of shooting the gun – by cocking the hammer down, which made the trigger softer. It was indeed softer and much better. I tried again and I actually hit the 10! My instructor was very happy as he pointed it out to me. Then he moved back and left me to shoot on my own.

He helped me to remove the spent shells and showed me to how to reload the next 6 rounds. Release the latch and push the cylinder out. Insert the bullets one by one and push the cylinder back in. I had seen this being done in movies all the time and now I was doing it! I couldn’t believe it!

And I didn’t do so bad with the shooting from there on. Nervous still but I was doing it! I reloaded the next 6 rounds on my own as he watched. I really didn’t do too badly at all. I hit the 10, the bulls’ eye, three times. I got a few 9’s too!

My target sheet: 3 tens!

Hubby and Danial were impressed! I was impressed! LOL Shaking from the experience but impressed!

We had a drink and compared experiences then hubby and Danial went to choose their rifles. Hubby chose an American rifle (Remington, I think) and Danial got the Russian. This cost an KD7 and KD8 respectively. I sat this one out because the recoil from the rifle would hurt my little shoulder and I was happy to watch from the gallery. My two guys did really well! And I was sure that Danial would brag about this experience to all his mates at home.

So that was it. We talked about it later and I told hubby that I wouldn’t mind going again now, at least to have a go with the Smith & Wesson .38.

Just for the experience you know, not that I think I would ever buy my own gun.

Location of Mayadeen Shooting Range

Mayadeen Public Shooting Range (NRC)
Mubarak Al-Kabeer  Kuwait
+965 2475 9999

It was so sad to hear about the tragic death of hubby’s cousin, Daniel, in Valladolid, Spain whom we last saw around this time last year. Words elude me.

But this Eskimo saying is my tribute to him, whom I will always hold dear in my heart.

“Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.”

Stars

R.I.P. Dani…we miss you.

Son

There are so many things
We want for you,
So many wishes
in our hearts
as we watch you grow
into your own life

Moments caught and cherished - 2006

We wish you a world
of adventure
and experience -
and also the serenity
that comes from listening
to your inner voice
as the world rushes
around you…

Moments caught and cherished - 2007

We wish you the strength
to face challenges with confidence -
along with the wisdom
to choose your battles carefully…

We wish you the satisfaction
of seeing your goals achieved
and also the true contentment
that is born of simple things -
work well-done,
friends well-loved,
moments caught and cherished.

2011 - Moments caught and cherished

And our greatest wish is that
you will always remember
how much
you are loved -
for you are a good and caring person…
a man we are proud
to have for a son.

We love you.
Happy Birthday, Danial.

Lots of love, Mum and Dad

It was Mother’s Day in Kuwait today. And in Bahrain, Egypt, Iraq, Jordan, Lebanon, Libya, Oman, the Palestinian Territories, Saudi Arabia, Sudan, Syria, United Arab Emirates and Yemen.

In this part of the world, the occasion coincides with the first day of Spring and all these years here, I never felt like it was a very big thing. Well, certainly not like Mother’s Day the way it’s celebrated by the majority of the rest of the world – on the second Sunday of May every year. And that’s not the only date on which its celebrated. Many other nations celebrate it on many other days. Can you believe there is a “Mother’s Day Central” to help you keep track who celebrates it when?

As we chilled out and enjoyed an English tea experience at the English Tea Lounge today, my Kuwaiti friend said to me, every day is Mother’s Day. Why should we celebrate her one day in a year?

The Sheraton's English Tea Lounge at the Avenues Mall, Kuwait Afternoon tea...there goes my diet!

That is so true. My sentiments exactly.

Motherhood, after all, is a 365 day-a-year job. And it doesn’t even end when your child becomes a “grown-up”. Whatever their age, they’re still our “babies”. They never grow up in our eyes. Tell me I’m wrong.

And us, at 20, 30, 40 or 50, in our Mother’s eyes, we’ve always been and still remain her babies.

Tribute to Mothers at the Avenues Mall, Kuwait

I think of my Mum everyday. Not a moment goes by that she’s not in my thoughts. And if I had a flower for each time I thought of my Mum, I could walk in my garden forever.

Happy Mother’s Day to you Mum, every day of every year.

Every once in a while, I am faced with the challenge of answering the question “So, where’s home?”

I guess that’s an easy question to answer IF you’ve lived in one place, and have always lived in that place. The answer will quite simply be the area you lived in, the street, the town, the state or country.

But not for me! Not that simple. Malaysian expat wife with Spanish husband, living and working in Kuwait. Grown-up son, Mum and siblings in Malaysia. Hubby’s family in Spain and Holland. Rented apartment in Kuwait, for now. Our own apartment in Malaysia.

Our answer is a little more complex. I look at hubby and he, at me, every time we’re asked that question.

You have to admit, it does beg some reflection. Is home where we live and work or is home where our families and children live? Is it where we make our home or is it where we have our family home? Is it the place we go to two or three times a year? Is it where we grew up? Is it where our roots are or is it the place where we’ll retire? Is it where we have spent most of our life? Is it where our friends are? Is it possible to have two homes? Or three? Is home our “base”, the place we return to when we don’t have to live and work in a third country anymore? Is home wherever we are? Is it just a question of choosing between Kuwait, Malaysia or Spain or another country perhaps? Or is home just a concept, something that is fluid, which cannot be pinned down? Does the answer always stay the same or will it change the next time we’re asked that question?

So many questions that provide a hint to what the answer might be.

The reality came recently when I wanted to paint a gift for an expat friend who was leaving Kuwait for Abu Dhabi. I decided to paint a plaque with roses for her new home and wanted to add a saying.

As I thought about an appropriate saying to put on the plaque, the old proverb “Home is where the heart is” flashed in my mind. It hit me then that that is so very true especially for us “wanderers”!

It is an old proverb, yes, and one I think we take so much for granted. It can mean different things for different people. For me right now, it has only one meaning and that is, even though you have travelled and lived in many different countries or places, the one you will always call “home”, the place you yearn to be deep from the bottom of your heart, is the place where your loved ones are and where you are loved. I know where that place is.

Home really is where the heart is.

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So I not only painted the plaque for my friend but as if I need reminding, I painted this plaque for myself.

When we visited San Sebastián for my sis-in-law’s wedding last year, we discovered that it was a food haven! Food was certainly the religion of the Donostiarras (what locals call themselves both in Spanish and Basque).

This December we will visit my Spanish family again and spend a few days in San Sebastián. As a new year treat, hubby was lucky to get a table at Restaurante Arzak, one of the best restaurants in the world.

Restaurante Arzak

He saved this article about Chef Juan Mari’s Restaurante Arzak in the Arab Times recently:

Tapas and stars draw crowds to ‘food crazy’ San Sebastián

From liquorice-perfumed shellfish on a three-star table to anchovies and crisps in a tapas bar, San Sebastián has shot in a few years from Basque seaside resort to global foodie destination.

Of the seven Spanish tables to have notched up the coveted top rank in the Michelin food bible, three are nestled within a few miles of each other in this northern Spanish city that counts more stars per inhabitant than Paris.

“People here are crazy about food, it’s in our blood. Everything takes place around a table, it’s our language,” three-star chef Martin Berasategui said on the sidelines of a top chefs’ congress last week.

“People here love to eat, it’s fair to say they have a special culinary sensitivity,” agreed Elena Arzak, who works in tandem with her father Juan Mari in driving what has become known as new Basque cuisine. A long-standing friend of the avant-gardist Catalan chef Ferran Adria, her 68-year-old father regularly sends out inventive new recipes from a workshop on the first floor of his eponymous restaurant in San Sebastián.

“It’s not a laboratory as such, but it is a research kitchen that enables us to offer around 40 new dishes each year,” he said. “We freeze-dry hake to reduce it to a powder, and sprinkle it on a fillet of hake cooked à la plancha,” he said by way of example. Other recent tricks include liquorice used to enhance the flavour of shellfish, coconut to boost carrot, or peanuts added to tuna.

Chef Arzak

Spanish Basque top chef Juan Mari Arzak posing in the kitchen of his restaurant Arzak, in the northern Spanish Basque city of San Sebastian

Tourists travel from around the world to sample the wares of the Arzak father-and-daughter duo and their Basque peers – but locals also make up a fair slice of the custom.

“It’s not the kind of restaurant where you go every day. So less wealthy people save up to be able to come along once a year, just like other customers,” explained Mr Arzak.

One of Chef Arzak's dishes

One of Chef Arzak’s creations

For both him and fellow chef Pedro Subijana, who mans the three-star table Akelarre, the Basque food revolution can be traced back to the mid-1970s and a meeting in Madrid with French pioneers of nouvelle cuisine.
“That’s where it all began,” says Mr Arzak. “We came home to San Sebastián wanting to shake up our traditions. Then the success of El Bulli (and its chef Ferran Adria) gave us a shot in the arm that propelled our cuisine onto the world stage.”

Known for using hi-tech methods to “deconstruct” and reassemble ingredients, Mr Adria’s restaurant near Barcelona was crowned the world’s best for four years – only losing the title this year to rising star Noma in Copenhagen.

Spain’s success story came to the dismay of some French chefs, who were attacked by the international press as resting on their laurels even as dynamic rivals were driving a revolution on the other side of the Pyrenees.

Michel Guerard, a key figure of nouvelle cuisine in France, says Basque chefs have sparked a virtuous circle of creativity, drawing on influences from home and abroad.

“These chefs, often trained in France, overhauled and re-imagined their cuisine by mixing up traditional and experimental techniques,” he said.
Mr Berasategui, who learned the ropes in his parent’s bodegon, or local tavern, before training under great French chefs, believes “the past 15 years have been a historic moment for San Sebastian’s cuisine.”

But that is no reason to get big-headed. Quite the opposite: “The more apples a tree has, the more it must be firmly rooted in the ground.”

“We try to work a signature cuisine that is contemporary but still keeps in touch with our roots,” agreed Mr Arzak.

“Our tastes are open on the world. We might be working tandoori or ginger, but unconsciously we’re still guided by our own palate,” added his daughter, who still admits to a tendency to “add garlic and parsley everywhere.”

I can’t talk about my experience at Arzak yet but will be sure to blog about it when I come back! Watch out for my first post in 2011…

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Today was Mum’s 76th birthday and it was too bad that I was only going back next week. So, instead of sending her flowers, I ordered a pot of Phalaenopsis orchid. It will still be there when I arrive next week and if its watered and fed regularly, it is set to last a long, long time.

Lavender-Phalaenopsis-Orchid

 

Commonly referred to as the "moth orchid", Phalaenopsis are one of the longest blooming orchids – they last from 2 to 6 months before dropping and have also been known to bloom 2 to 3 times per year once they have reached a mature size. Once the flower has dropped, if you cut the stem just above the node where the first flower bloomed, a new flower stem should emerge from the top node within 2 months! With Mum’s ”green fingers” and her tender-loving care, I’m pretty sure this pot of Phalaenopsis is going to be around for awhile.

Gardening had always been one of Mum’s favourite hobbies and I remember she loved orchids. And she loves Phalaenopsis especially. One of the things we first did after her stroke, once she was up to it, was to take her out to her patio and to her garden so she could see, touch and of course, talk to her plants. She enjoyed being out there. It was quite therapeutic, I could tell. Of course, she was also upset she couldn’t walk about and do the usual gardening activities because she was in the wheelchair. I’d tell her that that was one of the activities she should visualise herself doing along with the other things she enjoyed like cooking and going out with the girls.

When I called to wish her this morning, she said she liked it so much she has put it by her bedside. I was glad she liked it. It meant a lot to me. And I couldn’t wait to be back next week to spend some quality time with her.

For today, happy birthday Mummy..whatever with the past has gone, the best is always yet to come. And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years….I love you.

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