Supermarket, opening at 10am, getting full by the minute. It is Sunday but there is a kind of rush hour. For me as I want to get back home quickly and get ready to take the twins to church. But for many other people I think rush hour means something else. People getting ready to spend sometimes in what appears to be a socialisation process. We all walk down the isles, with our thoughts, worries, ideals, plans for the new week. We want to make sure nothing is missing.
And yet something is. Time to do something else, to walk without a plan, to wander around. I then get home and with a. Few more minutes to spare I head back to town and to the shopping centre to collect twin girl's dress. In the way in, I see many families, some of them rushing to be the firsts to arrive at shops, entertainment venues, the market. This seems to be funnier than I expect, and for a few minutes I feel part of the rush, I listen to some people talking, parents talking to children, wow, this is socialisation in this country. Is this family life after all? Is this how it is gong to be, parents and children getting to a public place to do something planned, or is there any chance for improvisation?
The dress is ready, I collect it and rush again back home, twin girl is awake and playing with wife. We rush the twins through their feed, nappy change and then get to church. Smiles, greetings from people we do not know, they like the twins and they smile at us. Rush is different, I feel I am the one being anxious, but somehow I get some relief, here we seem to be all the same, with our worries, plans, hopes and family together.
Now I am tired, after lunch the twins are back to sleep, wife and I just sit in the lounge, she keeps doing things, really admirable, I only have little energy left to write this post and think that life today has been like a rush hour, would like it to be less so.
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