Charlie's Bird

living the dream with Charlie and Thandi and chirping all the way back to the nest.

Sunrise

… its getting by looking got earlier and earlier, so catching the upcoming sun isn’t always easy, but take a look at this morning…

Worth the damn plank on the beach.

November Noise

…yoh! As I said last week, this year is ramping up to crazy levels! So after getting my Macbook repaired yesterday, I needed to catch up on some work I could not do, was on the verge of finishing it, and Photoshop crashed! 2 and a half hours of work lost! By that stage I was so shattered that reaction didn’t really matter, I simply just started again. Finished up just before 01h00 this morning, and went to bed with a heart pounding in my chest. I am dreaming of a solid sleep; but somehow I don’t think there is one in my future at the moment. There is so much on my plate at the moment! Today will be fuelled by caffeine, and lots of it.

Thandi’s little concert was just the cutest! Her class were the fish under the sea. The whole premise of the show is that there are the Beat Busters (sort of like the Ghost Busters), who are looking for the music that has disappeared – they look under the sea, in outer space, in a meadow of flowers and on the beach; they search the galaxy, and finally land up at the zoo; collecting songs wherever they go. It was so sweet; the girls did a great job!

Computer woes

…ARGH!!! I cannot express the level of frustration I have when technology fails me; and because my experience and understanding in matters mac or pc are poor I cannot fix it! Last night saw me ready to almost throw my computer at the wall. Thankfully I didn’t, because today a very nice man fixed it up and cleared up the issues I was having. Allelujah!

The day is now late, and I will have to post about my weekend later, a few snippets – it was good fun, with lots of laughter. My kid is a trooper, but I am not looking forward to teenage years. There are 3 more sleeps to this damn cast coming off. Her school concert starts this evening!

And this is only Monday, folks!

Building up

… the busy.

Crickey, this time of the year is certainly starting to see a ramp up in action! School concerts, weekends away, end of year functions, chaos!

Oh well, before I know it, it’ll be January and the drama of the silly season will be over And term 1 of Grade 1 will be commencing.

Last night was the BWA’s end of year function. A Caribbean Beach Party theme on a cold and rainy night in November was a bit of a mismatch, but there you gave it! That’s me in the middle – some silliness! I wasn’t feeling the funniest, but put on a brave face and had some fun anyway!

Today we are off on our annual book club/wine club/stokvel weekend away. Should be fun! An hour from town, in another world!

Next week is Thandi’s biannual school concert. Her class are the fish – they sing of Cyril the Squid, Willy the Whale and Someone the Octopus. We haven’t seen their costumes – I’m sure they are super cute!

Orientation

… guys, my baby girl is growing up! Grade 1 orientation, here we go. Today she got to meet her new class teacher, see her classroom (which is actually my old sub A classroom) and checked out who is in her class. It’s a bit bittersweet, her 3 besties and her have been split up, but these little bonds seem strong, so with play dates and fun times, we’ll stay buddies! It’s a normal strategy with the school, so they meet everyone, but still.

And again, with every celebration she has, my mamma heart rejoices in her joy and crumbles with despair. My little girl is growing up. Mom, is this how you felt when you sent me off into the world, did it scare you so much you couldn’t breath either? How do I keep these memories, I’m already forgetting stuff? I wish you were still here to help me do this…

Calling

….Elvis, anyone home? Flip. Being on call over a weekend really sucks the positive vibes right out of me. I was in such a good place last week, and then this weekend chewed me up and spat me out. I think I’m growing out of calls.

The weekend had rough moments. I had an awful Friday night, just awful; and that left me, for want of a better word, brittle, over the weekend. Things that usually bring me joy didn’t. I’d been humming and hawing over a 10km race on Sunday, but decided I was too nervous to risk a bad time, and didn’t. (In my defense I did run to work on Sunday, with a brief pause to cheer my buddy who won the ladies race!)

I guess I just have to get over myself, another 12 years of this to get through before I get to retire.

The agony

… oh my… a dear friend of mine who has been through an awful awful divorce and whose new husband lives 1000km from her heard last night that if she proceeds with a move to be with her new husband, her children will have to remain with their father, according to the court. Watching her crumble and crumple was almost too much to bear. It’s any mother’s nightmare, it’s a disaster. 

And knowing what I do about her former husband, and her children, I am speechless. 

Justice and Mercy, where are you?