For You Guys When I’m Not Around Like, if I was on an island in the Okavango Delta sipping champagne out of cellphone reach and you can’t ask me for advice or money?* Then read this . . . Love – I love you guys more than you’ll ever know. And I’m very very proudContinue reading “For You Guys When I’m Not Around”
Aitch never held my culinary skills in high regard. Her favourite meal to mock was my chicken-onion-n-potato-in-a-pot special which she described as pale and tasteless. It wasn’t. It just looked bland. With a touch of salt and black pepper and enough red wine taken internally it was fine. She was right about my braaiing skills,Continue reading “Thutty Yizz! (that's '30yrs' to you)”
We were moving don’t ask me why. I would happily die here, I said to Aitch. “It’s outside the best schools’ catchment area” Aitch said to me. Which was why I was loading stuff into a rented trailer after fifteen years in River Drive. Look, it wasn’t a bad trailer. It was – OK, itContinue reading “Moving? Don’t use Swanie’s Van Lines!”
Mother Mary (85 in 2013) went into Pick ‘n Pay looking for smoked hocks to use for making soup. Two delightful ladies behind the butchery counter looked at her curiously when she asked for smoked hocks. “What?” they asked “Smoked ‘ocks?” “Yes,” she replied, “Smoked hocks.” “No, sorry, we don’t have smoked ‘ocks.”. “But IContinue reading “Smoked! I’ll take two please”
School. Always more forms to fill in. Why, just recently Tom was going on an outing and he reminded me to fill in his indignity form . . .
Aitch and I took Jess & Tom up Table Mountain in Cape Town. We took the cable car up, and Aitch took it down as well. Here the kids are – about to walk down Platteklip Gorge. They bounded down like rock rabbits. I felt my knees wobbling about halfway down, so I sat downContinue reading “Slack Mountaineering”
Cousin Robbie gets married to Sarah, and after the wedding – maybe it was all that “giving away” talk in church? – TomTom has a sudden thought: Dad, will Robbie still be our cousin now? Yes, boy, and in fact you now have another cousin: Sarah. YAY!!
I was mentioning dog deposits here. Way back in 1973 I was staying in Oklahoma. My host Dad Jim was vice-president of the local bank. One morning he and his friend Tom the president were chatting, OK coffee-strategising, in Tom’s office when one of the ladies popped her head in: “It’s opening time and aContinue reading “Speaking of deposits . .”
My blog from the kids’ early daze disappeared; Swallowed up by a technology burp. Irretrievable. I tried. Aitch tried . . Subject: Kids Stories From: Trish Date: 2009/06/08 08:27 AM To: 0Pete work Hi my love, I’ve had a few people now asking me to try and get you to retrieve your stories from theContinue reading “email from Aitch”
Tom doesn’t ask too many questions about Aitch’s illness and mostly just listens, but his ears pricked up while Aitch was talking on the phone the other day. What’s a chemo sweet, Mom? he asked. After she’d explained about the room with all the reclining chairs where she sits for the day with a dripContinue reading “OK, No Thanks”
People (mistakenly) say that I am forgetful. I think I have selective, random, disjointed hypermnesia. I remember all sorts of shit . . Might not be WHAT I want to remember, might not be WHEN I want to remember it, but I still think I got hypermnesia. —– Word of the Day: hypermnesia \hye-perm-NEE-zhee-uh\ nounContinue reading “My Memory Glands”
Just gave myself a DIY haircut with the buzzing razor, bending over and doing it by feel. My last one was at Ngcolisi’s place Nwelezelanga (‘sunlight hair’) downstairs, sent there by order of the ladies at work who had been hinting for months. A strapping young oke looked at me once I was in theContinue reading “Haircuts”
While on chemo,and having lost all her hair, Aitch pulls up outside Tom’s school. Please go and fetch Tom, Jessie. No, Mom. Come with me. But Jess you know the school well, and I’m tired. You go. Moan, groan Jess, I haven’t a wig or a beanie or a hat with me and you knowContinue reading “True Grit”
We got a new kettle. The fancy black round Russell & Hobbs started leaking and that irritated me as it was only a year (or three? four?) old and I thought stuffit, so I dug the camping kettle out of the ammo box in the garage and we became Team Liquigas. So I got toContinue reading “A horse of a different kettle of fish”
Every garden should have a resident gnome. Especially if a friend of yours edited the well-known magazine Garden Gnome. Or was that Garden n Home, Lesley? My gnome lives in a hanging pot on the cottage wall and yesterday morning having breakfast I glanced up and spotted him. Next to him was a packet. OneContinue reading “I found Neil!”
2013 at a glance