is my 87 year old cousin Frank’s favorite word and philosophy. Last night I took a night off (ie I’d already spent 11 hours at work, volunteering, and running errands and then decided to take the night off) to drink wine and watch “So You Think You Can Dance”. Of course, guilt immediately set in…I needed to work out…I still have two boxes of stuff from moving that need to be unpacked…I really should do laundry/write a letter to my grandparents/do more volunteering admin stuff….I mean come one, it’s what a good Northern Irish girl should do.
This is where Frank’s idea of manana and my Dad’s philosophy of “Why put off until tomorrow what could be done today?” crash into each other leaving me wedged between.
Thankfully, the Spanish(?) bottle of wine came to my rescue. (?) because while the bottle claimed that it’s from Spain the writing was in English…odd. Anyway the Spanish bottle proceeded to tell me (in English) that the wine came from Spain where everyone appreciates life and lives each day to the fullest and puts off what can be done the next day until then. Wine obviously can not be put off. So that sealed the deal.
This is where Frank’s idea of manana and my Dad’s philosophy of “Why put off until tomorrow what could be done today?” crash into each other leaving me wedged between.
Thankfully, the Spanish(?) bottle of wine came to my rescue. (?) because while the bottle claimed that it’s from Spain the writing was in English…odd. Anyway the Spanish bottle proceeded to tell me (in English) that the wine came from Spain where everyone appreciates life and lives each day to the fullest and puts off what can be done the next day until then. Wine obviously can not be put off. So that sealed the deal.
I slipped into red wine relaxation and thoroughly enjoyed watching dancing for 2 hours with the only interruption being my mind drifting back to Botswana where they definitely believe in manana. I’m convinced that I’m British in my head and Tswana in my heart.
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