I’m in a bitchy, pissy mood because I’ve had an hour’s sleep last night. The night before about the same and the 14 days before that was not much better. It’s a “I’ll live while I’m alive & sleep when I’m dead” sorta thing I guess. On top of it all spending time with that lady...
“So you are lean and mean and resourceful and you continue to walk on the edge of the precipice because over the years you have become fascinated by how close you can walk without losing your balance.” ~ Attributed to Richard M. Nixon A friend gave me a little speech last night, suffice it...
I’m not ready to say it yet, I don’t want to declare it. Define it. Make it real. Let me daydream for one more night. That thing I was hoping for is on indefinite hold, and using those words…. that’s me being kind to myself. I have no grudges, no complaints. It was soft,...
I paid my final invoice for the transfer of the smallholding to my name today. It’s been a long ride. It’s been tough, tears have been shed, there’s been a lot of red tape. There’s been kindness. There will be closure. In about 2 week’s time, when the final certificates and whatever leftover red...
I decided to treat myself to a weekend in Boven with my closest friends by booking us a house in (or as it turned out near) Waterval Boven.
I have this nervous tingling feeling in my stomach today and I'm not quite sure why. Everything is pretty much as it should be: a slight lull at work, no looming deadlines and the move is going well, even if only for all the exercise I get from going up & down the stairs...
I guess it's the time of the year: lots of work still to be done but no more juice left in the tank. I've also neglected exercising a bit which doesn't help the cause.
Wow, what an eventful, fun filled and absolutely tiring day! I had some prawns last night, which led to deep conversations with George during the night.
The dead sun drew a smile of blood across my face, spoke to me through the shadow of my voice: “Man”, it said, “this might be next to nothing and drawn through a bitter tap, but it’s all you’ll ever have. Don’t spill a drop.” – John Glenday, from Grain, via Chris Floyd‘s ”Love and...
