Charlie's Bird

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Preparedness

…something I struggle with. I really wish I could emulate those people that get things done weeks in advance; minimise their stress. But right now I am struggling. Things seem to creep up on me and I am left stressed and floundering. Flip! The next 3 weeks before we depart for Scotland are going to be hectic! I still need to secure my Spanish Visa, but fortunately I am not too stressed about that. Our UK one arrived on Friday. Phew!

Thandi’s ballet show is this week, my princess is the cutest bunny ever! I am so impressed with her! She has coped well with her practices, and has even done a few practices at home. They are seriously cute! Their make up is being done by a face painter, and it is so super effective! As soon as I get the go ahead I will post a picture here.

My training is also ramping up in this month before the marathon. My running stats are not looking great, and I know I need a bit more time on my legs, so I am prioritising the running for now. I am tired though, so I can see a lot of caffeine in my future. I managed a 2 part ┬áKriel run yesterday (named for a friend who has this ability to get home, and then decide to head out again- crazy stuff!); so I ran 10 with a friend, then after breakfast, took Charlie and Thandi (on their bikes) and the dogs (on leashes with me) for a run down to the park – some play time, some fun, then it was the trek home. The Squiff dog was exhausted and almost had to be dragged. But on the whole a good experience for everyone! I was impressed with my endurance! Although this morning the legs were a bit tired and protested on the hills.

HBD Charlie!

…so this weekend we celebrated Charlie’s 45th birthday; or as I liked to tease him; half way to 90! And when you put it that way, its a bit scary. Chances are good we have already lived half our lives! Really? Really? I know the whole Business Women’s Association awards thing kinda made me reassess things, but once again I am reminded that it really does go by in a flash; and I think we must always be clear on where we are going in life, be clear about our goals, because before you’ve realised it, it’s too late! Thanks for that reality check, my love!

The weekend felt jam packed! On Friday night Charlie, Thandi and I had a quiet dinner out to celebrate the birthday boy. That was nice and it was good to relax with a glass of wine after a really busy week. Saturday started with a fabulous run – pain free, I felt like I could run forever! Then it was onto the first birthday of a friend’s little girl, for whom I made that cake – so much fun to see such cute little people playing and having fun! Saturday afternoon I pottered in the kitchen – baking a cake for Charlie’s birthday celebration and prepped some gourmet boerie rolls for supper while watching the Springbok game.

Sunday started with another run. The polar opposite to Saturday’s run – the pace was fast, probably a little too fast for me, my legs were tired and after about 5 km the calves started to cramp up again – I struggled through 15km, but had tears along the way. I was soooo frustrated! I guess I will have to get some more dry needling done again! Aitog! Anyway, I dusted myself off and then prepared for Charlie’s lunch – a roast leg of lamb and all the trimmings – totally divine and indulgent! Followed by a cheese board and then a scrumptious apple and pear cake with a salted caramel drizzle. Yumyumyum!

And now it’s monday, and the diet must start again – just once I have had this slice of cake with my tea…

So where am I

…in this journey of mine?

Our German friends are leaving on Monday. We were away with them in the Karoo over the weekend, they continued their break and got back yesterday. They’re staying with us, and it is all a little intense right now. I am not looking forward to them leaving.

I need to sort out the visas for our trip – Spanish and UK for me, UK for Charlie and Thandi. Although, if Charlie sorted out his passport then I wouldn’t need to sort that one out.

My dad continues to be miserable. Depressed, sad and lost. I am still out of ideas there.

My running is ok. I am needing to start to increase the mileage; the Loch Ness Marathon is in 11 weeks. I can do this!

My headaches are a bit better. It appears that they have been largely caused by my latest ailment – hypertension. It’s a diagnosis I am extremely pissed off about – I am fit, only slightly overweight, eat well, exercise well and only battle with work stress. Grrr… But I am more than happy to take the treatment, because it has helped my head, and I have seen the ravages of what hypertension in Dawny.

 

58

year anniversary. Today would have been my parents 58th anniversary…

A lifetime of love and family. Dad and I both had a weep yesterday, he’s so lost without you; and I can’t fix him. He, like me, is wrapped up in what he perceives other people’s opinions of him to be – I’m a burden, I’m a third wheel, I’m a nuisance; I hate feeling like this. And I keep trying to figure what you would stay to him, how you would have motivated him to pick himself up and rise again. I’ve begged, I’ve pleaded, I’ve nagged; I’m not winning. Mom, help me please…

(This photo was taken of the AYPA (Anglican Young People’s Association), where my parents met – 60 years ago. Pops in the front row, seated on chairs on the far left, and Dawny back row, 6th)

Crazy and quiet

…this was a weekend of contrasts – moments of such peace and quiet – awesome – to moments of pure blind terror and chaos! It was insane! By last night I was feeling a bit odd!

Friday had been a lovely quiet youth day. Saturday Morning was the busiest time on call that I have had for a long while (preterm twin caesar delivery; an emergency caesar for feral distress to discover a mother bleeding out, a horrible miscarriage)! Sunday started well, and then ended with some drama with a planned home birth being brought to hospital, only to have her deliver in the parking lot, to everyone’s consternation!

The rest of the weekend was nice – had some good family time with my daughter – shopping for Father’s day gifts for Charlie and Pops; playing monopoly on a cold Sunday afternoon; preparing a roast dinner for Sunday lunch for the Dads. She is such a sweetie pie – we are having the best time with her at the moment. So interactive, so kind, so sweet, so intuitive.

12 sleeps

…to race day. Flip! The nerves are now mounting! 2 oceans – I’ve waited a long time to run this one, let’s hope I get it right. Had a good long run this weekend, felt tong again – and then had a club brunch, where we discussed the run – it made it very hard to swallow – because my heart was in my throat. The club coach brought up my brother, so now people know I have a ‘pedigree’- pity I’m the runt of this litter. Anyway. I have my pacing chart from my boet, and I┬áthink I will get it right. 56km is a very long bloody way! We leave for the Western Cape on Saturday – I am looking forward to the break from work. We are dragging my Dad along with us – and will drop him off in Hermanus with my brother – I am also relieved to be ‘off the hook’ in terms of responsibilities for a week. This weekend he seemed to be doing a bit better – but I am very aware of his bad days too – last week I had him on the phone and I could hear the tears in his voice… My big strong dad… A good break may do him the world of good!

 

watching him

…watching me. guys, my Dad is falling apart, unsurprisingly… But it so hard to watch this happen. Yesterday I got the comment about there being nothing left to live for. I’m not sure how one is supposed to respond to that…

There isn’t an answer, I guess; I tried to remind him that he is indeed blessed, and that there are things to live for, even if Dawny isn’t there. I popped in last night, reminded him how to use the microwave, heated up a woolies instant meal, and made him sit down and eat it. I always thought my mom was the stubborn one – I’m realising he’s pretty hard headed too! I’ve convinced him to come away with us for the long weekend, but I can see his reluctance and general depression just getting him down. I hope he has a decent break with us, and in the quiet of the bush, finds he has more reasons than he imagined to carry on.