Charlie's Bird

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Lockdown Diary Day 14

…and so it came to pass that this is not 2/3 done, but rather 2/5 done. I don’t know if you felt as helpless as I did. Helpless and scared. I sobbed during the presser. Sobbed for our people and what this is going to mean. Our children who will effectively have lost 2 months of teaching time. Our poor and homeless for whom this may be the death knell. Our small businesses who may not be able to hang on any longer. This is the scariest thing I have ever faced.

I can’t really talk about anything else, I am too overwhelmed by the news, so apologies. I’ll chat more tomorrow.

  • Lockdown menu day 14 – French toast, boerie rolls (rolls made with the other half of the dough I made yesterday), slow roasted lamb knuckles on creamy mash.
  • Lockdown art challenge – cabinet of curiosities ( You know that cupboard/drawer that collects all those weird things you and on walks and expeditions? The brief was to open it and draw something you found there. I painted a vertebra that Thandi found in a dry river bed that we explored at U’fumene, our favourite game farm, sadly now sold and one half of the owner couple has passed away. Time just doesn’t stand still….)

 

  • Lockdown photo challenge – enjoying the small things – I was a bit silly and packed away my art stuff – I’m painting miniatures you see. So will take that photo tomorrow evening.

Good days, tough days

..Jingoes, this was a tough weekend to get through… Valentine’s Day, the anniversary of my mom’s passing. It all ended with me feeling very down in the glumps. Today I don’t have many words, tomorrow I will share a bit more about the weekend and how I am feeling.

Radio silence

… apologies for the radio silence. It’s been the most unsettling of times. Christmas was insanely busy work wise, new year was surreal and now I am preparing to bid my Charlie a farewell, as he heads off to London tomorrow to work for the next few years. . I know he’s in good hands there, but flip, I am filled with trepidation and fear for the challenges that lie ahead of me.

I may be quiet for some time yet. Bear with me. I’m not going away, once I find my new rhythms, I’ll be back.

Gasping

…today is one of those days when I am gasping air, trying to control sobs that are threatening to explode out of me in floods of ugly tears, as I contemplate exactly what 2020 holds for me. I watch Charlie and his little girl, with his dogs, in his place by my side and I don’t now how I am going to do this… I have 2 months to figure this out, heaven help me…

Grammar Geek

…in the making. Yesterday Thandi’s school team won the Fun with Words competition. It’s a city wide competition, 15 teams comprising of 6 members, 2 from grade 1,2 and 3; pit against each other I. Some fun word and spelling games. Last year the team came second, this year they won!

(Super proud and relieved mom. We spent many hours playing word games over the last year. It has all paid off! And I just love these sort of puzzles, I’m glad she does too!)

10 + 22

…10 years and 22 days of blogging. Guys! I am blown away! Last night Charlie asked me when my blogging anniversary was, and wasn’t it about 10 year now, so I checked, my first post was 10 years and 3 weeks and a day ago. That’s a lot of talking, and writing. This blog really started as a Dear Diary for a newly wed, busy food and craft loving doctor, morphed into an infertility journey, and I got my happy ever after, and am now doctoring, running, parenting, wifing. Lots has happened in the years. I tried to get pregnant, got pregnant, had a daughter, lost a father-in-law and my Dawny, opened a business, closed a business, won an award, ran my first marathon, ran an ultramarathon, ran my 6th marathon, made some friends, lost some friends and as always, I have remained Charlie’s Bird.

Heres to the next 10 years, 3 weeks and a day, may we still be meeting here in this corner of the interwebs.

Too soon

…I spoke too bloody soon. This morning’s run was horrible. My legs were just tired and my energy was, as Donald would say, very low. Damnit. It didn’t help that it was 24 degrees with a hot berg wind blowing that made me feel so dehydrated. Ugh. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day.