It has been hot lately – very hot, just in case you missed my previous post. The one very fortunate thing, is that in the evenings it cools down to livable temperatures – so far it has anyway, it might still change. But this post is not about heat. ( I heard that sigh of relief! )
Yesterday afternoon/evening, we went for a ride on the GS (BMW GS, a ‘touring’ bike, for those of you who don’t know) Not very far – to McGregor, a nearby town and back. We did that because my SO did it the evening before, and he wanted to show me the beauty out there when the sun goes down.
The light that changes, the last rays hitting the mountains and vineyards, the quiet that comes with the sun setting. It was truly magic. I loved every single moment of it.
I wonder if he (my SO) realizes that he has now started something that will have to continue, because I loved it so much? It doesn’t have to happen every day, but it will have to happen often.
There really is nothing that compares to sitting on the back of a motorbike, cruising along, and experiencing your surroundings first hand, not through a closed car window with the aircon on. Especially late in the day, when it has started cooling down. Like I said – magic.
So, imagine if you can, sitting on a bike, cruising along, the cool air against your skin, the light fading, and this ↑ song playing – like in a movie, you know? 😉
But it is about being hot. In the literal sense, anyway…
Up to about a week or two ago, our summer has been wonderfully mild and enjoyable. Now, suddenly, all hell has broken loose! The temps went ↑ overnight!
See? And we had two days in the past week of 40°C temps!!! To me, that is not a temperature that humans can live in. Lizards maybe. Or snakes. But definitely not human beings.
How to keep cool? And keep your cool? I find it very hard to cope, and I get extremely grumpy and lethargic. Useless. We do not have an aircon, but we do have a very old house with thick walls, so it is generally quite a bit cooler inside than out. So, of course, I try and stay inside as much as possible.
I take cold showers before going to bed. Or at least cool showers – juuuuuuuust enough warm water to take the worst of the sting out of the cold water. And that helps to feel more comfortable when going to bed.
I also have a fan. Not the kind that asks to have your picture taken with them, but the boring, ordinary kind that stirs the hot air to try and cool you down. It is constantly on whenever I’m in the lounge, trying to come to terms with the fact that it is summer, and that summer goes with high temps in this area.
The fact that I enjoy cooking and baking is forgotten as temperatures soar. I don’t even want to think about eating food, much less cook it! If I have to plan anything for dinner right now (it is 4 pm here, so getting closer to the time to make a decision), something like tuna salad comes to mind.
One good thing about being this hot, is that I do drink a lot more water. I do often flavour it with Oros, to be honest, but still, a lot more fluids than normal. (Oros is an orange flavoured squash (drink) mixed with water.) Not much else positive that I can think of…
So, I am now living for the end of February, when it should at last start cooling down for winter. I can not wait!!!
I cannot be happy the previous year is done and dusted, because what if this one is worse? (Remember end of 2020?) I cannot be sad that another year has gone by, because by most standards it wasn’t such a prize of a year. My only point of joy and light was the fact that I could quickly dash over half the world to see my family in Canada for the first time in two and a half years. And the fact that I saw my son, the one in Ireland, twice last year, which will probably not happen again this year. And I got to spend Christmas with both my boys (and their wife and girlfriend respectively), which hasn’t happened in years.
Wait…maybe 2021 wasn’t so bad after all! But, in all honesty, it was also extremely shitty (I’m sorry for those who are offended by me using this word, but it is what it is…) Not one single country on this earth, was consistent as far as their rules and regulations went concerning the pesky Covid virus. Not ONE. They all had the most ridiculous rules in place which made no sense at all to anybody. Did it make sense to them? It obviously did, which is very, very scary – those people make our laws and rule our countries!!!
I’m still wondering if there is something more sinister behind all of this, since nothing is making any sense. I’m vaccinated because I needed to be to fly anywhere. But I’m still not convinced this is on the up and up…
But back to 2022.
My SO and I did not have the best end of year, or start of the new one. I started feeling sick 28th Dec – scratchy throat. Which steadily got worse until on the 30th and 31st, I was mainly lying on the couch feeling sorry for myself. Nothing extreme. The scratchy throat developed into sinus infection, and I was feeling tired all the time. Oh – and headachy. By the 1st, I was feeling well enough to go for a motorbike ride with my SO, and by the 2nd he was feeling grotty. Yesterday and today was his turn on the couch. Probably Omicron, which is thankfully a MUCH MILDER form of the Covid virus, all over the world. I read that as much as half the people who think they have a cold, probably have the Omicron virus.
So I am very sceptical to get excited about the start of this new year. I am absolutely not positive that we have anything to be excited about. Yet.
Unless the world’s governments get together and decide that enough is enough, we should start living our normal lives again, that that is the only way forward. Then, and only then, can we get excited again.
I am excited about my second little grandchild who is on his way – I hope and I pray that by the time he is due to arrive, things have mostly sorted themselves out in this chaotic world.
I’m not huge on sending everybody I have ever met (and not met ) wishes for New Year, but I can make an exception – I hope you all have a wonderful, healthy and safe 2022!!!!
I haven’t posted for what feels like forever, but I’ve got reasons for it. Or at least for part of it.
First, I was running around trying to get all the documents I needed for a trip to Canada. It was stressful. It also took away the usual joyful anticipation of a trip to go and see family. Then, I eventually managed to get on the plane, and I spent a fabulous 3 weeks in Canada with my daughter and her little family!!! And then I came back, and just did not feel like doing anything at all for a while – jetlag, laziness, and whatever else.
Back to the more positive part of all of this – my visit to the part of my heart that lives in Canada.
It is amazing how perfectly it all worked out in the end. I really was torn – should I take the chance and go, or should I stay because of the guesthouse being busy and of course, covid. I decided to just do it! Now or never, it sometimes felt like. And it had to happen ‘immediately’, because I had a small window of opportunity – my son was coming over from Ireland, and the bookings for December was starting to pick up momentum.
So I did all my research, started the process, got all the necessary docs, and went, all the while holding my breath that everything else would work out. It did.
It was glorious to at last be able to give my daughter and son-in-law tight hugs again. The little one was less inclined to do the hugging thing, but that was understandable, as I was virtually a stranger to her. She has only ever known me as a face on the screen of her mother’s phone, and now suddenly I was in her house! It changed, albeit very slowly. At least she now knows I am real, and we got to know each other a bit. I am hoping that she has now grasped the meaning of the word ‘grandmother’.
We also went to Banff for a long weekend. It was a treat beyond measure. I am blessed to have had the time with my two girls, since my SIL had to go away for work at the time. The time I spent there (in Canada) was too short, but it was what I needed to fill a huge hole in my soul that I didn’t even know existed. And I was okay to come back, because there is the prospect of me going over again in April, God willing. Because…I am going to be a granny to two littlies soon!!!! My daughter is expecting a boy in the beginning of May, and I’m going over to help in any way I can. So, so blessed and happy!
I leave you with a few pictures of my time with my far away family.
I used to know this to be a Chinese curse, but reading up about the origin, it has never been proven to be either Chinese, or a curse. But for the purpose of this blog, I’m sticking to it being a curse…oh, and Chinese!
It makes sense, doesn’t it, to be a curse? I mean look at the past two years. They have most certainly been interesting. And I think few of us will see them as having been a blessing. They (the last two years) have been unpredictable, uncertain, restraining, stressful, uncomfortable, depressing, financially unstable, etc. All due to Covid 19. Covid – China? Get it?
On a more personal level, the last while has been ‘interesting’ to the extreme. Besides the virus buggering up a relatively smooth sailing life financially, there have been a couple of other factors in the mix.
My mom, and my cat. My mom’s health has been up and down for years, but lately she has been feeling very sick (while she was here visiting.) The doctors reckon it is because of the sprays used on the vineyards. So, I believe that the two years I’ve spent trying to get her to move down here, has been for nothing. Why would she move somewhere that makes her ill? I’m not a hundred percent sure that is really the basis of her illness, but what do I know, right? I’m thinking it is psychosomatic. Now she is home, 1500km’s away from me, and still feeling very ill, and I can do nothing to help her.
My cat. Remember him? He was driven over by a guest in February (see a few posts about that in February and March of this year) and since then the poor guy has had an uphill battle. It took a very long time for him to get over the injuries from this accident, and he was just on his way to being his old self again, when something happened to him – I’m not a hundred percent sure what. I think it was a visiting tomcat that got into a fight with him. I did hear cats fighting outside one night. And then I found a cut on his shoulder. Since then he has been afraid of everything – Daisy (my border collie and previous best pal), sudden movement, the outside, his own shadow. His health has been deteriorating since then. I did take him to a vet, she said he is fine, physically. I have given him cat vitamins. Still he hardly eats, and lies under a blanket day in and day out. He doesn’t go outside anymore, and pees where he lies. So, I’m thinking it is time to do the merciful thing and put him out of his misery?
It is SO hard to even contemplate. He purrs when I open the blanket and stroke him. But he doesn’t want to come out of the safety and darkness of the blanket. Surely that is not a life for a cat?
Oh darn!!! 😦
I have to end this on a more positive note, or I’ll also crawl under a blanket and stay there.
Thankful for :
My health, and that of all my loved ones (even mom – no Covid so far, and hopefully the medication does the trick)
The fact that I am busy planning my trip to Canada to see my kids
A brand new grandchild due next year 😀
The fact that my little guesthouse is doing well
A house, food and clothes
The fact that I live in a very beautiful part of the country
The fact that my son in Ireland is coming to visit in Dec
So, a brand new week, and hopefully some light on the dark areas in my life – I will continue believing and praying. Onward and eyes upward!