The honeymoon suite turns out to have a few flaws. Nothing is perfect for long – the divorce rates are testimony to this. The beautiful bathroom stinks. It smells like sewage but I suppose it could be the zebra poops outside my window. The smell hangs thickly and sickly in the air. The espresso machine runs until the reservoir is empty and then some. This means my cup flows over with thin diluted coffee that is not worth drinking. The only way I can stop the machine is to turn it off. All these are of course small things that don’t take away the joy of being with a great group of people in a great place.
Last night the corporate teambuilders organized a game show kind of event that got everyone pumped up. The expectations aboout bonding and integrating from the participants are being realized. I watched and marveled at the energy that our teambuilders created.
Over dinner we reviewed our progress and the plans for the next day; we made some small changes, reviewed the time budget and relaxed.
While I was asleep dreaming about going into the coal mines (undoubtedly brought on by the gumboot dancing), the rest of my family exchanged pictures of their artistic creations and are learning, I am sure, about imperfections in a more joyful way. Axel is learning how to paint on silk, Tessa has made her first ring in a jewelry making class and Sita is learning how to be a potter. I am also creating something but it is less tangible. After a while I also need the more tangible kind ,and am looking forward to pick up my knitting needles in a month.
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