I am normally a “glass half empty” kind of person, which actually means that it is a pleasant surprise when things go to plan. So, the weekend, and, in particular Saturday, was very enjoyable.
Yesterday, we did Helen’s “3 achievable things in Indonesia per day” before 11 am. We played golf, replenished our dwindling “supplies” at a Duty Free shop and organised a plane ticket to Bali. Everything after that was the icing on the cake. We had lunch and a shop around at Senayan City. I returned home by bajaj and chilled out with the end of Galactica season 2. (Now have to purchase the next series from iTunes because the shops don’t have it here.)
In the evening we hit the American Club, nearby, for the Jakarta Players’ production of Veronica’s room. It was really well done, though you can pick where the story is heading fairly early on. The Club is, like anything to do with the U. S. of A ., in a foreign country nowadays, a fortress. It was quite nice, and we bought the cheapest glasses of wine, so far, in Jakarta.
On the way home, we stopped in at Eastern Promise to hear the band, which is very good. The singer is excellent, and they do pretty good material. (Although, with any of Bon Jovi’s three hits, I have to wait for the chorus to see which one it is.) We left by 11pm, just as the working girls began to fill the place.
Today has been pretty cruisy. We decided to forgo the 9am RPM class in favour of coffee and biscuits, at home. The four of us inspected the front garden to survey Helen’s (and Ali’s) handiwork. I finally made the time to correspond with folk to whom I used to regularly write – “regular”, lately, seems to be about every six months, if that. I’m trying to work out to where my life is disappearing. (Note, also, that I’ve employed Winston Churchill’s maxim that “a preposition is something that you never end a sentence with”.)
I had the rare luxury of an after-lunch snooze, and we went for a stroll up the street where I bought the new runners that I’ve been meaning to get for months. Sunday is the day to walk or ride around Kemang. I noticed that the young, upwardly mobile set has taken to late lunches en masse at Warung Pasta. The 7-Eleven on the corner of our street has also become “the” place to go – the tables and chairs outside, and the small car park are always packed with young people. It has even become a bit of a night spot.
We are never surprised at the kindness of ordinary people, in any country. Whatever racial stereotypes people might perceive, on a one-to-one basis, most people are usually kind and helpful. Even simple things, like the bloke who indicated that Helen had gone into a nearby shop when I was searching for her this afternoon, or our caddies, yesterday, who helped Helen “liberate” some canna lillies at the golf course. Maybe if more of the the powerful and rich people in our societies took their lead from those who only have their time or effort to give, it might point us towards a more just and humane world.