The thing about blogging is that sometimes you come up with something you want to commit to writing, but then as soon as you log on it's like.... ehhhhh, too hard.
In fact there's a few topics that I wanted to beat out in words but just never get around to it. I've decided therefore, to try and make that "save draft" thingy work for me, and write them over time.
Now, just to force myself to do it (because when this wayward child puts something in writing, she damn well follows through with it), I will drop the following titles into print:
1. What it's like to work with your spouse, and
2. Why I feel African kids are so well behaved & turn out so sweet (in general).
TA DAAAAAAAAA!
It may be a month, it may be a week, I have no idea. But I feel like I've just given myself 2 assignments in my 12th grade Writing for Publication class!! DOH!
Let the drafting begin....
In the meantime I shall continue to spew piles of meaningless dribble onto these pages of my written life. About things such as.......
....Alan is coming!!!
The lovely lean muscle machine better known as fast Alan L. is nearly en route (2 wks) to his new life in Joburg. Having him 3 hours away from us is going to KICK ASS and I like the idea of having a little piece of my old Irish life come to live here in Africa with us. Although all my friends back in Cork are currently giving me a pain in my ass what with their "ooohhh! H. is going to have a full time job cleaning up your drool now!!!", and the like. Ah well it's all in good fun, they all know I could never seriously have the "real hots" for anyone outside of the Mr. It's not my fault that I have svelte professional athlete friends. HA!
Anyway Alan is chomping at the bit ready to get down here. He's sick of the rain and cold of the ol' Irish "summer", and I keep torturing him with photographs of blue skies and african landscapes. (Even though he'll be residing in THE BIG SMOKE) The crazy part is that not only has A. never been to africa, I don't even reckon he's ever even been out of Ireland! Talk about baptism by fire! Hey at least before I ever set foot on the dark continent back in 2000, I'd been in the southern hemisphere before, and grown up in a country where there were at least more than 3 black guys... This kid is gonna get a serious culture shock, like no other.
Which is why I'm glad he's going to come up and stay with us for the first 3wks or month or so before his permit is finalized and he has to start work. It'll be fun introducing someone to "africa", and knowing that their "initiation period" is something every visitor to this place keeps with them for EVER. Even to this day, I can still remember like it was yesterday (3 Jan 2000): being picked up at the big JHB airport by Leith (Pa), sitting in the back of his car with my jaw on the ground as he and Chris drove me up to Pretoria where the chaos and africa-ness of the place just quietly gobsmacked me.... him dropping me back to their house & rushing off to work again (not before sitting me up on a bar stool in their lounge & making me drink my first Castle Lager), bumping into their maid in the hallway after I took my first shower, not being able to communicate with her, feeling the thick carpets and cold tiles & smell of their house underneath my bare feet, spending my first afternoon in South Africa, sitting out in their amazing yard by myself in the sun while everyone was out listening to the tropical birds shrieking like crazy and thinking "holy shit. what have I done????? where the HELL am I!?!?" It was actually that very same day, that when Ma P. came home in the late afternoon, and we spent some time sitting outside in the garden surrounded by her finches and lovebirds, chatting and getting to know each other, that I thought for the first time "I'm going to really like this lady. She is actually really, really cool."
Those first days are an experience that will definitely root themselves in your memory for life, which is not the same if you're just coming here on vacation... as you don't look at each day and say "This is where I LIVE now. This is the real deal." And I'm excited that we're going to get to be the P's for one of our friends who's going to show up here and be just as bamboozled as I was, 8 years ago.
But I'm really looking forward to having another long-term houseguest, in some strange way. We've always had a revolving-door policy at our place, and I don't see that ever changing. "The W's Home for Wayward Children"... has a nice ring. Heck we've lived through being that halfway house for much more high-maintenance friends than Alan, for years now. We had the "5 months of Anel" period, the "3 months of Maarten" period (not once, TWICE!), the "6 weeks of T&L" period, the "2 months of PW" period and of course several random intermittent periods of . . . Maarten again. Unless some serious mooching becomes involved (which it rarely does), it doesn't bother us, we just carry on with our normal lives and thrive off the fact there's someone else to raise hell with on the weekends. (Not that Alan is a hell raiser... cuz he isnt) But most importantly, my karma owes so many favors to friends of mine who've been there for me when I was slumming it, that I could probably give up a spare room for the rest of my life and never be caught up! At least in this house we have the rondavel that we can "upgrade" (banish) them to if the guest room gets to be too "close quarters"-ish! But that's not even an issue when it's the Lynch man.
Eesh, the Mr. just came back with Hungry Lion for lunch so now I gotta go get greasy. But he also came bearing the parcel that Beth sent us from DC like, weeks ago, which means I get to fill my long holiday weekend with all the dirty goodness from like, 20 outdated back issues of Us & Entertainment Weekly WAHHOOO!! I can - not - WAIT!!! :D
(THANKS SHEOFDC!!! YOU ROCK!!)
In fact there's a few topics that I wanted to beat out in words but just never get around to it. I've decided therefore, to try and make that "save draft" thingy work for me, and write them over time.
Now, just to force myself to do it (because when this wayward child puts something in writing, she damn well follows through with it), I will drop the following titles into print:
1. What it's like to work with your spouse, and
2. Why I feel African kids are so well behaved & turn out so sweet (in general).
TA DAAAAAAAAA!
It may be a month, it may be a week, I have no idea. But I feel like I've just given myself 2 assignments in my 12th grade Writing for Publication class!! DOH!
Let the drafting begin....
In the meantime I shall continue to spew piles of meaningless dribble onto these pages of my written life. About things such as.......
....Alan is coming!!!
The lovely lean muscle machine better known as fast Alan L. is nearly en route (2 wks) to his new life in Joburg. Having him 3 hours away from us is going to KICK ASS and I like the idea of having a little piece of my old Irish life come to live here in Africa with us. Although all my friends back in Cork are currently giving me a pain in my ass what with their "ooohhh! H. is going to have a full time job cleaning up your drool now!!!", and the like. Ah well it's all in good fun, they all know I could never seriously have the "real hots" for anyone outside of the Mr. It's not my fault that I have svelte professional athlete friends. HA!
Anyway Alan is chomping at the bit ready to get down here. He's sick of the rain and cold of the ol' Irish "summer", and I keep torturing him with photographs of blue skies and african landscapes. (Even though he'll be residing in THE BIG SMOKE) The crazy part is that not only has A. never been to africa, I don't even reckon he's ever even been out of Ireland! Talk about baptism by fire! Hey at least before I ever set foot on the dark continent back in 2000, I'd been in the southern hemisphere before, and grown up in a country where there were at least more than 3 black guys... This kid is gonna get a serious culture shock, like no other.
Which is why I'm glad he's going to come up and stay with us for the first 3wks or month or so before his permit is finalized and he has to start work. It'll be fun introducing someone to "africa", and knowing that their "initiation period" is something every visitor to this place keeps with them for EVER. Even to this day, I can still remember like it was yesterday (3 Jan 2000): being picked up at the big JHB airport by Leith (Pa), sitting in the back of his car with my jaw on the ground as he and Chris drove me up to Pretoria where the chaos and africa-ness of the place just quietly gobsmacked me.... him dropping me back to their house & rushing off to work again (not before sitting me up on a bar stool in their lounge & making me drink my first Castle Lager), bumping into their maid in the hallway after I took my first shower, not being able to communicate with her, feeling the thick carpets and cold tiles & smell of their house underneath my bare feet, spending my first afternoon in South Africa, sitting out in their amazing yard by myself in the sun while everyone was out listening to the tropical birds shrieking like crazy and thinking "holy shit. what have I done????? where the HELL am I!?!?" It was actually that very same day, that when Ma P. came home in the late afternoon, and we spent some time sitting outside in the garden surrounded by her finches and lovebirds, chatting and getting to know each other, that I thought for the first time "I'm going to really like this lady. She is actually really, really cool."
Those first days are an experience that will definitely root themselves in your memory for life, which is not the same if you're just coming here on vacation... as you don't look at each day and say "This is where I LIVE now. This is the real deal." And I'm excited that we're going to get to be the P's for one of our friends who's going to show up here and be just as bamboozled as I was, 8 years ago.
But I'm really looking forward to having another long-term houseguest, in some strange way. We've always had a revolving-door policy at our place, and I don't see that ever changing. "The W's Home for Wayward Children"... has a nice ring. Heck we've lived through being that halfway house for much more high-maintenance friends than Alan, for years now. We had the "5 months of Anel" period, the "3 months of Maarten" period (not once, TWICE!), the "6 weeks of T&L" period, the "2 months of PW" period and of course several random intermittent periods of . . . Maarten again. Unless some serious mooching becomes involved (which it rarely does), it doesn't bother us, we just carry on with our normal lives and thrive off the fact there's someone else to raise hell with on the weekends. (Not that Alan is a hell raiser... cuz he isnt) But most importantly, my karma owes so many favors to friends of mine who've been there for me when I was slumming it, that I could probably give up a spare room for the rest of my life and never be caught up! At least in this house we have the rondavel that we can "upgrade" (banish) them to if the guest room gets to be too "close quarters"-ish! But that's not even an issue when it's the Lynch man.
Eesh, the Mr. just came back with Hungry Lion for lunch so now I gotta go get greasy. But he also came bearing the parcel that Beth sent us from DC like, weeks ago, which means I get to fill my long holiday weekend with all the dirty goodness from like, 20 outdated back issues of Us & Entertainment Weekly WAHHOOO!! I can - not - WAIT!!! :D
(THANKS SHEOFDC!!! YOU ROCK!!)
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