For the last 3 months we’ve been living on the side of a mountain that I’ve been taking photos of.
I’m not a photographer, despite having passed an undergrad course in photo-journ at varsity where the greatest praise I got was about my awesome choice of captions for my final course project. I kid you not. Words are my thing, photography with all it’s nuanced and technical wizardry blended into art, evidently was not.
Have you felt like jumping off a mountain recently? It seems to be taking off.
Bad puns aside, I was catching up with an old school friend of mine recently, and it seems he’s taken to jumping off mountains (or high things at least, not sure how many mountains live in Umhlanga) in order to bring some of that elusive (and I think mostly illusory) balance-thing back to his life.
I am not a baker. A friend of mine from my wonderful (and much missed) Book-club in Joburg is such a creature – she would often calmly arrive at Book-club and announce that she had baked 3 thousand cup-cakes last night and then gotten up early that morning to make a 75 layer wedding cake, icing flowers and all, and then gone off to her day job. And then wonder why all the rest of us were staring slack-jawed at her. And of course it was always a treat to have book-club at the Baking Pixie’s house, treats at every turn!
But, as mentioned, I am not such a creature. I am, in fact, probably the polar opposite. An un-Baker, perhaps. Or maybe the opposite of a Baker is a Gobbler, then I would be a super-Gobbler. But a Baker I am not. Continue reading
One of the Barefoot daughters’ (i.e. The two little blonde girls who call the barefoot man “Daddy” and who are happily continuing his barefoot legacy) most favourite Saturday adventures in Kommetjie is the beach Treasure Hunt. It’s kept to a respectable 2 or 3 times a year so as to preserve the allure and intrigue, and so it was with great squeals of delight that the Barefoot man announced two weekends ago that he thought there might be new treasure out at the wreck, and maybe we should go and hunt some treasure.
It’s been one month, 16 days and 4 hours since my first (and hopefully only) wedding vows…and so far, so good!
And yes, this blog is way overdue. Continue reading