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Life is a box of chocolates….said Forest Gump’s mom

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So today I raced into town and had a lovely facial. Blew the budget on  Gatineau products. John went pale when I told him what I spent. I reminded him of the Oldster Ipad App and how terrible I looked at 60 and he nodded while his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. My eyebrows were shaped by the best ‘pluck’ in town, waxed the top lip, waxed my chin and neck, had a peel-pedicure and then proceeded to finish my Christmas shopping. Arrived home at about 3-ish and then went onto the Christmas Book club. A lovely day. A hairless-ly lovely day.

We did Secret Santa at Book club and I got the most exquisite tray of chocolate from Woolworths. Luxurious and MASSIVE. Something I wouldn’t have bought myself in a hundred years.

John and I nibbled on a few chocs whilst watching Downton Abbey tonight. I bought series 1 and 2 through Kalahari. Everyone’s raving about it.

Tomorrow I have a Ladies Christmas lunch with a close circle of friends. My last ever with these particular friends, as next year I leave for greener pastures. Sad, but good to move on.

I bought my gift for the Tree of Joy today. For a little 11 year girl. I urge you to support this worthy cause. It’s run by Rotary and is a worthy cause. I know you’ve all probably done so much already but just think…..these gifts will be the ONLY new thing some of these kids will get the WHOLE year.

ooh feel like another chocolate…but I told John to take them and hide them where I can’t find them…. thank goodness

nightee night

xxxx

Is that a candy cane? Or are you just happy to see me?

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Why have I not written on my blog for a while?

I actually can’t answer that, except to say that I truly haven’t felt like it.

My energy has been focused on doing all the end of term stuff for Aidan’s school. Getting his boarding school stuff ready. Feel really sad and glad at the same time. Will elaborate on that later.

Taking Molly for her assessments. That in itself is sucking all the life out of me. But we are making progress.

Tomorrow I go for a wax, facial and paraffin pedicure. Start at 8am.

Just discovered this wonderful website called www.hellopeter.com/ Divine place to bitch and moan about service delivery. Divine place to compliment service delivery. So I have. Just waiting for a response now.

I think John’s giving me a kindle for Christmas. So excited about that. I also want the latest Bryce Courtney (who snuffed it last week!!!) and a fly fishing rod and reel. So we wait and see.

With farmers you have to be SPECIFIC and to the point with what you want. You have to write them a virtual map, complete with aisle number and geographical co-ordinates. 3 steps to the left 30 steps to the right. Approximately to the extension chords, drill bits and nails and screws. You get my drift?

The dream of: If he loves me, he’ll know what I want. What I really want. Well…to be blunt..it aint NEVER gonna happen. You will wait until the cows come home…you will wait until hell freezes over…you will wait until rigormortis sets in and the worms start chowing you in your grave and still…they need to be bloody told. So after you’ve thrown the tantrum to get their attention (done that), sulked for a day or two (done that too), slammed the plate of food down on the table (done that) sulked again, thrown another tantrum…you’ll start realising nothing works with these farm boys. It confuses them. They can’t understand what they’ve done wrong. So now, I’ve accepted it, I tell him straight. I hand over that list with purpose and determination.

And these poor boys..shame…for the most part..they buy the things on the list. They know they’re in the shit…they can’t fully work out why and so they buy jong…anything to keep the peace. Thats the way it works here in these here parts. The surprise they leave for when the lights go out…that candy cane poking you in your back on Christmas Eve? well…it’s not a candy cane. That’s the surprise!!! SURPRISE!!!

Christmas shopping almost done. One side of the family will have theirs delivered tomorrow. So just the other side to contend with.

anyway, just 5 days until we’re on holiday….

end of the year salti crax……

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Great that Summer has shown her face for more than 3 days. Another stunning sunny day.

So horray (I hate the word hurrah), for warm weather and the promise of lazy days in the pool, sundowners, sunburn and cheerful dispositions. and of course work in between.

Jingle bell rock, the smell of pine shedding on my new carpet (well, newish), the promise of a holiday for two weeks away from the same mundane-ness. I love everyone around me, but it’s great to have a break. To just re-group, chill and smell the sea. Those of you that live close to the sea, probably don’t realise the healing properties of the sea, I suppose just as I don’t realise the full healing properties of wide open spaces, our view of the valleys and mountains in the distance, of thorn trees and aloes, of blesbuck and Cape Vultures.

I’ve stagnated a bit on the Christmas present front and need to get my backside into gear.

One of my mom’s friends, adult children have discovered that their child is cerebral palsy. My mom is now the expert and is telling me what she told the friend about all the stages  I went through. You know, when you discover the cerebral palsy thaannnng. Well, I must say, I never knew I went through all those stages. If you detect an underlining undercurrent of annoyance, yes, you’d be correct! It’s still a raw emotional thing for us and remembering that time in the black whole of Calcutta (do you remember Auburn Alice?) is sort of stepping over private unchartered territory. surmising and bringing it up may result in a snapping puffadder. (that’s assuming puffadders could snap)

Although I didn’t snap, I courteously ended the phone call and moved on.

One month until I’m on holiday.

Yay for me!

 

Secret Santa

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So I’ve joined this Blogger’s Secret Santa fun that the Stilletto Mom has started, see here: http://thestilettomum.wordpress.com/2012/10/17/blogger-secret-santa-61-and-counting/

Okay, so I’m picking up stompies a bit. I’ve read snippets here and snippets there. Anyone can do it. Blog readers too.

I think I have to post about things that I like.: (for the person that gets my name)

  • books (2nd hand my fave- poetry, classics, especially South African classics)
  • scarves (long ones to wrap around my triple chins and neck) nothing in brown tones
  • huge thick glass vases
  • anything with a bird motif, (not parrots, not vultures…small cute birds)
  • please wrap my gift beautifully. I’m very shallow like that. It depicts how much you like me. lol
  • anything arty or photographical
  • classical, blues, jazzy music (I love this folk rock band from Cape Town called Briar Rose)
  • hmmmmm, difficult to think around the 100 Rond zone…
  • I like Retro African things, and by that I mean things with Nguni’s, aloes, proteas, botanical drawings of indigenous South African plants. My favourites are Blue Plumbago, Aloe, Agapanthus, Clivia, Strelizia nothing with african animal prints, masks etc gahhhhh
  • anything from Yuppie Chef (not much under R100, but anyway…)
  • chocolate chocolate chocolate chocolate

So much more I could add, but we all have bills to pay and people to see.

I’m really very excited about this and can’t wait to see who I get to buy for. I get more of a kick in buying presents than receiving them.

P.S Please make sure that anything I receive can NOT be used by my kids, that it’s for ME alone. lol

It started as a sunny day……yay…

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This morning I woke up to Fuzzy, my wire-haired terrier jumping on me and trying to lick my face. I looked up and saw a blue sky. Well fk me if I wasn’t excited to see a blue sky. That inspired me to wash, coiffure and bouffe my hair, don a summery dress and some wedges and fly elegantly out the door.

Tomorrow we start shearing. A good time on the farm. Xhosa women wearing their oldest clothes for working with lanolin drenched wool, babies on the boob, snotty kids running around and shearers sweating beads over the sheep. I’ll post more about this later when I have some photo’s to share.

Thanks to a phone call from the auburn Alice, I realise I need to go back and see my lady. For some more snot flying crying sessions and coping techniques. Oh great………. something to look forward too.

Thanks to Charlie’s Bird for the book referrals. Will take you up on it. I sadly don’t have a Kindle but have requested one from my farmer  for Christmas. So let’s hold thumbs.

About a quarter of the way through my Christmas shopping. Now I just need to decide on a theme for my wrapping and then buy the goods. Any suggestions?

 

thankkk goodness it’s holidays…

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Well, I had a lovely weekend. Especially yesterday. The sun was out, we were with my folks at the beach house. The kids swam and played on the beach the whole day.

John watched the kids while I walked to the 3 sisters at Riet River. And as Summer grudgingly dragged her lazy ass over the first sand dune, and I saw the light dancing on the phosphorous waves, I felt God settling in. Faith in humanity and life restored. Vitamin D is most certainly a wonder drug. I don’t know how those Poms go so long without sunshine?

A cousin posted a status on facebook yesterday. He is 20 and doing ploughing contract work in the States, I think the female company is few and far between at the moment and from his post I don’t think he’s a member of the Bearded Clams yet.

This is what he wrote: “A dropped down tailgate,with a girl in a dress on some farmers field, a sweet kiss and a great taste of beer will do just fine now mmmmmmm”. AAhhhhh, isn’t that the sweetest, most romantic analogy ever.

I remember John and I on a dropped down tailgate many years ago. He was always trying to get me to lie down and watch the stars!

Well, Monday is here and the last term of 2012 begins in a week…bugger me senseless, if that doesn’t sound frightening?

Although………..I must mention that my favourite season is already filtering into the shops…Yes, Christmas. Normally by now, I would have started Christmas shopping and made lists. I hate last-minute shopping…I find it so vulgar, because I always land up buying senseless and thoughtless gifts.

laters baby

xxxx

 

Molly’s Christmas joy

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Been thinking about this a lot today. Do you know how difficult it is to buy presents for Molly? 99.5% of toys she can’t play with. AND all the toys she should be playing with scream at you and tug and pull at your vulnerability when you walk past their shelves. It’s like a test or task that highlights all your failures and all the things she can’t do instead of CAN do. In a nutshell it’s horrible.

But to put this all into perspective, Molls doesn’t care. She doesn’t mind what she gets for Christmas. All she wants is to be around us, to be around all the activity, sounds and noises. This year I’m doing it differently. We’ll all open our presents and when everything is calm, I’m going to sit quietly with her and open them slowly, so she actually sees them. When there’s a lot of noise all she sees, are the people and not specific things.

And I’m going to do what I really want to do….and that’s buy her a little mini hi-fi for CD’s and an MP3. Molly loves music. And for me, the obvious choice is to give her what she really wants and not what she should be  wanting. 

It’s simple really….