Sometimes I wish I could see into the future. What's coming over the horizon? Then I get the willies and think, no don't mess with that. The future will unfold all by itself, just as it should.
At least we can look back. Over the past 12 months, like all years, there have been some highs and lows. Things happened that weren't anticipated, such is life. I hadn't expected to get a call a few months ago - "bist du Maria". Even after 30 years I would know that voice anywhere. Saying Maria was a giveaway anyway. Only Hans, my first husband who I hadn't seen and spoken to for 30 years, called me Maria. He was visiting New Zealand and made contact with my family. I was out of town at the time so the family called me so that Hans and I could at least catch up on the phone. No way. "You have to stay in Rotorua tonight. I'll be home tomorrow".
After 30 years I wanted to see what he looked like and to catch up of course. He looked just as I remembered. Handsome and charming. Just a little frail I thought. And, surprisingly, his English had pretty much disappeared. We spoke German all the time. But it was a lovely surprise and although we had only a few days together with my family, it was nice to reminisce and know we had both found happiness after our marriage ended.
And then another call. Could I help? Someone needed a place to stay to complete his home detention. I had to give that some serious thought. What if it got out? That I had someone living at my home who was basically under house arrest.
Well, it wouldn't be the first time. I've had men released from prison staying in my home and they have been the best of house guests. So what's a girl to do?