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 proud […]
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 enough red wine taken internally it was fine. She was right about my braaiing skills, though. Luckily Tom’s genes skipped back about seven […]
We spent a week in Washington on our ’88 honeymoon. Way up in the San Juan islands, across the Puget Sound by ferry, on Orcas Island. Our little cabin above Doe Bay was cosy, but we’d seen a sign saying “suits optional” and were curious. It was an outdoor hot tub. We figured the sign […]
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, it […]
Glen’s Mom died. She had been a bit spaced out the last few years, Alzheimers-like, but physically better than Denis. However, as can happen, she has gone before him. He too is not 100% with-it in his mind. He is also frail, in a wheelchair and couldn’t attend the memorial service at Selborne. The family […]
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 I […]
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 down […]
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 a […]
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 the […]
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 drip […]
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\ noun […]
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 the […]
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 know […]
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 to […]