Charlie's Bird

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

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When will

…the dark days be over? Florence, with apologies to your machine, please tell me?

Seriously, I’m not sure how much longer I can end my day in tears; tears of anger, guilt, frustration and love all rolled into one ugly snivelling mess. The old man is so not himself, and is getting further and further away from the man he used to be. He is so far removed from my dad that I can hardly accept it. And it’s wearing me down; much like a boiled sweet after a few minutes in the mouth, I feel almost transparent, at the point of fracture.

At this point I am ever grateful to my Charlie for being the most incredible husband and son-in-law he could possibly be. He has patience, far more than I will ever have, is kind and caring; and the old man listens to him. Who else would go and check on him, when I am sitting the couch with tears of worry rolling down my cheeks at 8pm one evening? And reassure me with love and kindness, not resentment? I am very lucky to have this man by my side.

Quiet

..around here – can you hear the cricket’s chirping? There is so much going on, and I am busy, but there is nothing exciting going on.

Work is busy, I am finding it increasingly difficult to stay positive and upbeat at the office. Yes, I do understand burn out. We are making some major structural changes to the business side of the practice and that all falls onto my shoulders. I am somewhat overwhelmed.

My daughter continues to be my shining little star – from placing in the regional gala, to being part of the school spelling bee team (they came third!) and just being an absolute delight, she is my panacea.

Charlie is good, keeping himself out of mischief, and keeping busy too. I just wish our city’s little harbour would take off and his business would boom again – but that’s a bit pie in the sky!

On the home front – the thief narrowly avoided a trap we set for her on Tuesday; we could see her rifling through my handbag on reviewing the nanny cam, but she did not take the money in the wallet. Oh well, her time is coming.

Running wise – 3 more sleeps to my next marathon….

10 years

… today, I married my Charlie!

Thank you for choosing me, my love.

Days of wonder

…ah, guys, the weekend was so good and restorative. I am so glad we got away, chilled and revitalised ourselves; and celebrated Charlie’s birthday! After I’d spent an inordinately long time at the hairdresser in the morning, getting some, as my friends have described it, unicorn hair, with pink green and blue highlights, I packed up all our requirements, fetched Thandi from her late afternoon music lesson and we hit the road to our beach house. Because none has been there for a while, and it was after sunset, with a huge cold front blowing in, the house felt icy, but we soon warmed it up and settled in.

We then headed off to an organised nite series run (just 5km) over a trail at a little nature reserve nearby. Thandi was super excited – her first night run, and we even encountered a very tame giraffe on route, who gave Charlie a slurpy kiss on his bald spot! We all enjoyed it and I was super chuffed at how Thandi coped with the distance and conditions – much better than our last park run some months ago.

Saturday dawned clear and cool, and Thandi and I hustled to sing Charlie Happy Birthday, spoil him with some love and gifts. We cooked up an enormous breakfast, which, after a quick clean up and shower, we walked off on the beach. It was so quiet – just divine to have a whole beach to yourself! The rest of saturday passed in quiet contentment, as we pottered around the house, sorting out a few snags, baked a cake (tres leche cake – YUM!), and prepared for a little braai in the evening. So nice to fall into bed after a lovely day!

Sunday I was lucky enough that my club had arranged it’s long run for out near the beach house, so I was able to do a nice long run (25km) and I felt really good about it. Today I am not stiff and sore, and am positive that my training is on track for the Cape Town Marathon.

After getting back to the beach house we had an early lunch, because one of Charlie’s gifts had been tickets to see Jeremy Loops in the afternoon. Except we arrived at the advertised time of 2, to discover he was only going to play at 6! Hmmmm…. so we went back to the beach house, all 3 of us had an afternoon nap, and then we headed back at 5, more appropriately dressed (the weather had turned during the afternoon), met friends there and settled in for a good evening. The young lad eventually sang at around 7, for an hour, which we all enjoyed. I think Charlie and I may have created a rock concert junkie – Thandi made it to the front row, sang along and jumped and danced and clapped – she loved it! She collapsed in a heap during the drive home, and we got her into bed at around 9pm! (Don’t tell her teachers!!!)

And now it’s Monday, a new week begins – go out and smash it, friends!

Wild Coast Challenge

…so last Wednesday Charlie and I made our way to the Transkei to run home again. It was, to use a cliche, incredible.

We set off from Mazeppa Bay in cool, but windy conditions. My chest misbehaved for the first hour and I coughed and coughed and choked and spluttered, but then it settled down and we got into a bit of a rhythm. Thursday was also 1 year since I kissed my mom goodbye for the very last time. My heart was very sore.

I love this stretch of the coastline and loved sharing it with my Charlie.

Day 2 dawned at Seagulls, where there had tragically been no water!!! Really, 46 smelly runners and no showers (a supply issue affecting the whole village) so I was happy to get back on the trail. My feet were a little less happy. 2 blisters, but I felt fine. 45 long kms down the beach – not so much.

We set off a little earlier feeling the pressure from the rest of the fitter herd, but we’re delayed at the Kei river. It was coming down, the pont was refusing to run, so we all had to wait for a rubber duck to arrive and take us across. (No swimming, there are sharks!) we waited an hour and a half, so we lost our head start. It also meant that in a particularly treacherous stretch of rock hopping, it was high tide, and I lost my nerve for heights. Badly. Once we’d traversed that section we were on soft sand because of that high tide for about 10 soul (and sole) destroying kilometers. By the time we arrived at Crawford’s cabins I was broken. My feet were so very sore. The medic even felt bad for me.

The one saving grace on day 2 were the pumpkin shells. Pumpkin shells were Dawny’s favorites, and everywhere I looked, I saw them. It was as though she had paved my path with them. Kept me motivated to push on.

Day 3 began. I dug so deep. My feet were agony. To top off my multiple blisters and bruised toenails, they had swollen and my shoes felt too small. I could no longer run, so we powerwalked our way to the finish line. It was cool, overcast and drizzley all day – another gift from Dawny I reckon. It was super tough, and I really struggled. But my will is strong, and we made it home.

he kept his distance, was I smelly or something?

And now I am left with some priceless memories and very very sore feet. (Will I ever walk again?)

(Professional photos will come tomorrow, there are some beauts to make you all jealous!)

Weekend round up

…so what did I do this weekend that fulfilled those goals I typed out last week ?

  • did a 15km run with Charlie on Saturday. It was a slow run, I coughed quite a bit, but managed to finish. I am really hoping that slow steady progress will win my race.
  • I was on call, and did some work (welcome Baby Jody and Baby Austin), so I worked on the bank balance.
  • I did some sewing – I managed to make myself a very simple shirt, and I cut out some cute masks for Thandi’s birthday party (yes, I know, I am 4 months early, but I’m being prepared!) which I will glue together tonight.

I am ok after the weekend, wish there was more time every day, but 24 hours is all we get. I did intend to get another run in, but I was foiled by the work on Sunday, and it got seriously hot yesterday, there was no way I could have run on the afternoon without melting into a messy puddle on the pavement. So there we go. Project Save this Birdie is underway.

the family that plays together

…gets hot and sweaty together!

Yay for us, this weekend I coaxed my little family out the front door. Charlie and I ran 10km on Saturday (his furtherest voluntary run ever) and 8,5km on Sunday. Thandi accompanied us on her bike, and I was super impressed that she managed to keep up. We managed to teach her quite a lot about gearing up and down, so hoping she starts to get that spontaneously now. She was a little legend; and Charlie was a big legend. Battling cramps calves on Sunday, he pushed through, despite me keeping routes and distances a secret from him. And didn’t moan excessively last night; although did wince every time he had to stand and walk anywhere.

(and therein the joy of becoming by married to a doctor, anti inflammatories and some arnica will sort him out easy easy!)