A weekend review

Sunday eve has arrived. Monday looms.

I can't complain. The weekend was really awesome. Realisng just how pretty the old Jacaranda tree was outside my bedroom window set the tone for the weekend.


I had the pleausure today to be invited to go horse riding on a game farm. Time on a horse is irresitable. Add to that a lot of open space with wild game roaming around and good company. The views from the koppies are astounding. I could not believe I was a mere 30 minute drive from home. Mindblowingly wonderful. Sheeeeeze does my ass hurt now though :)

Meet my closest companion for the Afternoon. A consumate gentleman if ever I met one. Star is one of the sweetest fellows you could meet. Highly adaptable and very accomodating for the inexperienced rider.

Aside from that, I had the pleasure of not one but two dinners in the company of my friend Stephen and his wife Denise. Thanks guys it was awesome. There is so much pleasure to be found in close company spending time listening to good music. A friendship that spans 25 years running to early grade school warrants a special mention. This friendship has been a constant in my life, and I know always will be. I hold that friendship sacred. Stephen, Happy Birthday for Monday Big Guy. I love ya Big Guy.


Just returned from a cup of coffee and some yummy choc chip scones , at my boetie and sussies place. (translates to my brother and his wife) . Kevin, Marihanda, thanks for your love, support and friendship. I am not gonna ramble here to long, coz I get kinda choked up. Just know I love you guys.

As if my weekend was not full enough I still need to mention a house warming I went too. In an effort to widen my social circle I have made some new friends. The evening was spent eating, drinking, chatting, laughing and in the midst of that a completely baffling card game called UNO. Okay you have probably all played the game before , but it was my first time, and my slightly slowed festive mind had some difficulty in grasping the finer nuances of what the hell was actually going on.

Lastly I want to mention a conversation I had that centers on writing. It left me with a lot of food for thought. I am of the belief all of us have a book in us somewhere. Not everyone will write a book and I suspect I am one of those. (Can I mention that I really hope that the other party to this conversation does.) I dont think I have the creative capacity to create fiction, nor the emotional capacity to write from life. It again begs the question for me, Why do you blog? I know for a period of time I did hoping for a few comments. Now I am not sure. I think it has a lot more to do with having a space that enables human contact, albeit in a virtual world. So why do you blog? (yes I have asked this before).

lol, and yes there were a lot of "I" statements in this post. My english teacher would shoot me.

Moving and meeting the neigbhours..............

Well it's been a few weeks now since I moved into my new place (flat or apartment depending where in the world you are from). Befriended my first Neighboour, or rather was adopted as a pet by Frank. Frank has the blue'est eyes I have ever seen on a cat. He declined to show them off for a photograph and who am I to argue. Here he is on my car. Sorry it's blurred but you get the idea.

Moving has taken some adjusment. I miss the ambient noise of the kids at night. Their sleepy little snuffles, mumbles snores and sometimes laughter in their sleep.

I do find I am struggling to find some kind of rythym when it comes to the domestic side of things. Still I figure if my bed is made and the dishes are done before I head out for the day I am doing alright.


The highlight for me since moving was having the kids over for the weekend. I was relieved to see them settle in an sleep well in a new environment. It was great to spend the time with them. We spent a lot of time playing cards. Who knew I could be an old maid so many times? :). I have opted not to have a television since there is nothing about a television that holds any lasting fascination for me. I was astounded to learn kids can fight over who is listening to what radio station though.

I have named their room the dormitory since they all sleep in straight line. There is something reminiscent for me about the story of the three bears here.


Notably Victoria has taken a liking to Frank, in a I enjoy the adrenalin rush when you come near me because I am scared of you kind of way. She often enquires after the health of Frank on the phone.

Anyway thats me in a nutshell for now.

Peace.