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We are family.

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Go on, open a new page, start typing….

Don’t get me wrong, I want to do a new post! I just have no idea what to write about, so I thought that once I’ve got the page open and I start typing, inspiration will come. So far, no go…

Soooo…I made myself some tea, and then I went out and planted some green beans, washed my hands and here I am, back again, still writing goobledegook.

Ah okay, got it!

Family.

How many families are there where all the members love each other and love spending time together? All the sibs get on well, all the in-laws get on well, all the kids get on with the parents, all the kids’ plus ones get on well, etc.

I suspect not many. (And I’m not even going to go the route of the steps – as in stepmother, stepfather, stepchildren… What the heck does ‘step’ even mean? )

I hope the families that do all adore each other all the time, know exactly how lucky and blessed they are. I am not saying that we have strife and hate in our family, but we are a ‘dysfunctional’ family, if you go by the book. I’m just thinking out loud here.

What probably brought this on is the fact that my mom has been staying with me for the last 7 weeks, and to be very honest, it has not been easy.

I love my mom, but we (or I) can’t be together for so long. The personalities just don’t jell so well. We (or I) love our autonomy, our space. My mom also loves gallivanting. All the time. I don’t, and frankly I cannot afford it. So she is very obviously bored all the time. She wants to ‘go have coffee’, or browse through shops, go somewhere. I am busy – keeping the guesthouse going, doing the endless amount of washing that a guesthouse generates, looking after my own house, cooking, doing a minimal amount of gardening (mostly weeding and planting, with some watering thrown in). When I’m done with all that, I like to sit – quietly – and do some knitting or crocheting.

So now, apart from the frustration that has crept in over the weeks, I am also feeling guilty because I’m not loving every moment of my mom’s presence.

And that gets me wondering whether my kids feel the same way. Because I absolutely LOVE spending time with them, and I always feel like I cannot get enough of them. (Which should make sense since 2 of them live abroad, so I literally don’t see them enough!) Also – would my son-in-law and I have gotten on so well if they lived nearby instead of a two day flight away? Or would my relationship with my daughter-in-law have been so good if I saw them every few days, instead of every few months?

I like to think we’d have been fine, but I don’t know that for a fact.

What I do know, is that families are complex institutions. Those close relationships are always fraught with possible disagreements and misunderstandings. If FB has taught me nothings else, it has shown me how quickly and willingly people can turn differences of opinions into full-blown fights, even amongst people who don’t even know each other.

Whatever the situation in your family is, love and appreciate them, even if the only way you can do that is from a distance.

The truth about getting older.

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OK, so D-day has come and gone…

And nothing came crashing down around my head! My paid subscription ended 7 days ago, and on the surface nothing seems to have changed. Yay!

Things have definitely changed around here, weather-wise. Mornings are still cool, but the days are already a lot warmer than say, a week ago. Nothing one can do anything about – the seasons will come and they will go, and we have to roll with it.

A lot like the seasons of life. I don’t want to spoil anyone’s day, but if you are of a younger generation, you will get old(er). You are getting older as we speak. As am I. Ugh… 😦

It is my mom’s birthday today, she is 86 years old. And although she is healthy and in good physical nick for her age, her age does show itself daily. In the things she says, how she says it and things she does and doesn’t do. It is strange experiencing one’s mom that way, as it is so different to the mom you grew up with.

She says things totally out of context. She makes herself a sandwich and leaves everything where and how she used it. She leaves crumbs all over. She makes ‘jokes’ that only she finds funny. She voices her opinion about personal stuff (mine!) that really has nothing to do with her.

And I have very little patience. I never had a lot. But I’m doing my best to be kind and more patient. Because “Honor thy father and thy mother…”, like the Bible says.

And because – I am at an age now where a few years ago I thought people were OLD. And if I am spared, I will in years to come be the age my mom is now. And I would love it if my kids would treat me with love and respect as well, and even if they secretly laugh at the things I say (which I’m sure they already sometimes do….) just be kind to me.

It is tough getting older. At first your mind cannot get around the fact that you’re not thirty anymore, because you feel thirty. Until suddenly you are sixty and you realize there are things your body won’t do anymore. And the mirror reflects the truth every single day, so you cannot hide from it anymore.

And I see the frustration in my mom, because she’s been relatively active all her life. She still walks at least 2 km’s everyday – not shuffling or strolling, she walks! But she is getting more unsteady on her feet when climbing stairs, even if it is only two. She is very slow getting out of the car. She’s got pains and aches all the time. She can’t hear so well anymore. She tells me things that she’s already told me. She obviously also doesn’t feel her age, but she is 86 – no getting away from it. From here on in, I’m sure things are not going to get better.

So, more as a note to myself, but also to all of you out there – age creeps up on all of us – be kind to old people, they mostly can’t help being forgetful and slow, (Grumpy is something completely different!), and you will be there sooner than you think.

Olympics and stuff.

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Walking with Daisy. Can you see her trying to sniff out a field mouse?

I know I’ve said it twenty times already.

But I’m probably going to keep saying it, because it boggles my mind: I CAN NOT BELIEVE HOW TIME FLIES. There, I’ve said it.

The last while I somehow just did not get around to blogging at all. My SO was here for two weeks, and we did do quite a bit of driving around doing stuff and seeing places, but that is not really an excuse for not doing a quick post here and there.

I hate saying this, but I’ve just not had the inclination. Once in a while it pops into my head that I haven’t posted for a while, but it just as quickly pops out of my head again.

I have no idea why. I actually enjoy posting, so I can’t explain it.

I have also received notification that the renewal of my subscription is due, but I’ve decided not to do it – I can’t really see why I should pay so much money if all I do is write a few posts and get a couple of likes. I initially did it because I thought that if I write regularly, and I get more and more followers, I can start making a bit of money off ads and so on, but it seems I was very naive about how these things work. I doubt I’ll ever have the amount of followers needed to make that dream come true. And apparently people download ad blockers anyway? So yes, I will not be renewing my subscription. Anyone with any thoughts about this?

We’ve had some snow just after my SO arrived down here. South Africans always get very excited when it snows, we are not as used to it as the countries in the northern hemisphere.

And then, of course, I’ve been keeping myself busy watching the Olympics! Or as much as I can of the items I love, considering the time difference. I mostly watch gymnastics, swimming and athletics and maybe a random shooting, rowing or diving final. I’ve enjoyed every single moment, except when the poor athletes get disqualified after a false start. I understand it is disrupting, but my goodness, they’ve worked for years to get there, and then they can’t even compete. My heart breaks for them every time.

It is amazing to see the sportsmanship between the athletes from different countries. It really warms my heart on a cold day. I am glad to see that that at least still exists, with so many of the old world manners and traditions being thrown to the wind these days.

Other than that, I am thankful that we are all still healthy, although we did have a huge scare recently when my SO’s mom got the dreaded virus. She is out of hospital and getting better all the time, so we are hugely grateful for that. I still go for regular walks with Daisy, and enjoy the scenery around here every single time!

It is especially cold today, so I’ll be here, in front of the heater, knitting and watching olympics if you’re looking for me!

I had to…

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Just look at it.

Isn’t it a gorgeous little trio? I had to buy it.

I don’t often just buy things I like or want, but I’ve been looking for a long time for a dainty little teacup trio. When I saw this one, it immediately screamed ‘buy me!’, so I did. Not one hundred percent what I thought I was looking for, but it is so pretty, dainty, light and beautiful! And since it is only one set, I can still buy one or two more trio’s in future. 🙂

The thing about rainbows.

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I had to stop for this one!

I love rainbows.

Maybe everybody loves rainbows, I don’t know, but I always get excited when I see one. If it is a ‘full’ one, touching earth on both ends, so much better!

They make me believe that there could be magic out there, and that makes me feel better about life. I think we all need a bit of magic in our lives at the moment since reality is a bit difficult to handle right now.

I grew up bingeing on Enid Blyton books, and the idea of fairies and goblins was food to my active imagination. I have to add here, that I grew up as an only child, and I had more than enough time to let my imagination run wild. Also, my mom made sure that I knew they were fairytales, but I chose to believe that they could be real, if only we knew where to look…

What do fairytales and rainbows have to do with each other, you ask? Well, to me it is a weird question, because don’t fairytales and rainbows go together? You know, the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, or when you run underneath a rainbow you can change from a boy to a girl or vice versa?

Maybe it is a result of my over-indulgence in the books of Enid Blyton, but I continue to believe that there is a kind of magic in rainbows. They make me happy for various reasons. They are so very gorgeous to look at, for a start. And wherever there’s a rainbow, it means that somebody close by was lucky enough to have been blessed with some rain, even if it was only a drop.

The one above nearly landed me in trouble, though. Or maybe it was my Daisy dog that nearly landed me in trouble. I was on my way to visit my kids when I saw this lovely sight ↑, and decided to stop and take a picture. Since I couldn’t see a car anywhere near me, I cruised to a stop just half off the tarmac, to take a quick snap and be on my way again. But the ever present Murphy reared his spiteful head, as usual. As I was lining up the shot Daisy decided that it was the perfect time to jump out and go and explore, and as I was scrambling to get her back in the car, of course! suddenly there were traffic from all sides, and those drivers were not happy with me!

Darn.

Of course I know one shouldn’t stop like that – half on half off, but it was supposed to be quick, and honestly, there were no cars in sight when I stopped.

But once again, life has a way of teaching us lessons, even when you think you know it all.