The boys left for Ghana last Wednesday – the big one for a week, the smaller two for a month. I keep being told that I won’t know what to do with myself. I know I’ve been Kofi’s partner for half of my life and a mother for about a fifth but I’m tempted to respond as they say in Trinbago ‘ah born on meh own’.  Also, there’s the paid work and after that there’s the housework as my helper’s on leave as well.

However, I’ll also be:

Reading

Malling but not looking at stuff of the kids, sports or electronic variety

Reading

Watching a program sans interruption which may involve a ‘perp’ and forensics

Reading

Larking instead of avoiding anger by daring to rouse the owls with whom I roost

Reading

Sleeping early – uninterrupted- letter ‘X’ style- king size bed

Reading

Playing ‘my music’ really loudly

Reading

Drinking a cup of coffee or tea before it gets too cold

Reading

Sharing  mangoes – not

Reading

Going for a quick dip in the pool

Reading

Deciding to leave the house and leaving the house in the space of a few minutes

Reading

Meditating

Reading

Restoring my soul

Did I mention reading?

I’ve finished at least 6 books since last Wednesday and some, well ,all are of the romantic escapism genre that is unjustly criticized and I feel the need to justify, unnecessary I know but killing old habits is hard.

So maybe I’ll reconnect with Morrison or Eliot or Walker and maybe I won’t but this month I’ll certainly be

Reading

What would you do if you had some time to yourself?