So much changed. An incredible person taken away in the prime of his life. He was one of a kind, not many people have his openness or his realness. He had his feet planted firmly on the ground and his head screwed on straight. He will always be missed.
“You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly.”
It’s been quite a week! Or has it been 2 or 3 weeks? Anyway, Cassey is doing better, I won’t say well yet coz she still has a way to go for a full recovery. Her stitches are coming out tomorrow, and the little (not so little in my opinion) hole where one of the drainage tubes were, looks like it might be closing. But, and here’s where the dreaded but comes in, the liquid is now pooling in her abdomen. So she’s kinda puffy and watery, if that makes any sense at all. Still, I remind myself daily that she is alive, she could have just as easily not survived. I still can’t believe this happened. My poor little kitty.
It’s been very hectic, because she is NOT allowed to jump. Yeah right, a cat that wants to jump WILL jump, lemme just tell you that! So it’s been fun around here, between looking after the cat, kids and house, and garden, I feel completely drained. And then my boys got me onto Face.book’s Farm.ville and Cafe.world. As if I’m not busy enough! So yesterday was spend running between all of the above and my crops and cooking dishes! But I must admit, I love it!! Totally hookable games those! The boys help out alot though, they’re always on FB so they harvest and plant at will. It has been very good to get my mind off all that’s going on, so I won’t be quitting just yet.
My Dad is still in end stage renal failure, his kidneys have calcified so the Dr.s have no hope for him. But he’s motoring on and taking his supplements and staying off salt etc. My Mom’s arm is still in a sling, so she’s having a fun time (not) at the moment. Christmas is nearing and I have not yet sorted out the menu, which, as you know is like weird for me, coz I usually have Christmas all sorted in July already, but I’ll let myself off the hook just this once, coz you know the shitty year and all.
Anywhoo, we have started buying Christmas goodies, I love silver sparkley thingies! But Woolies just doesn’t have that lekka pezzaz they used to have in years gone by, or is it just me? Maybe it’s just me, we’ll see closer to Christmas. Hopefully by Christmas, my kitty is all better, my Dad is still alive and my Mom’s arm is not in the sling anymore.
On Thursday my sister and I went on our regular shopping excursions, but we had the boys with this time. Makes for exciting shopping with the boys! We got everything done quite early, and it was SO hot (my kinda weather babe!!) that we decided to come to our house with some Hunters Dry and enjoy the great weather. We chatted up a storm about all the goings on in our respective lives and time flew by fast. I wanted to show E how naughty my kitty had become since she found the joys of “Sheba” prawn and fish cat food, but she was a bit miz, very quiet and withdrawn. I thought the girl was just hot, she is afterall a pitch black kitty.
So eventually I say goodbye to E and she goes home, about 5 mins later I pick Cassey up to see why she’s looking at me in such a strange way, and then I saw the biggets wound I’ve seen in my life!! I (obviously) panic and phone Elize to just come back please! So she rushes back here to find me in a flat panic (who would have thought I’m THIS bad in an emergency, I’m usually calm and collected and I think rationally, but not last Thursday!) Anyway, we rush her to the Vet and he said it loks like razor wire or palisade fencing. She cut herself open right accross her abdomen, from groin to groin, her scar in longer that my Nephrectomy scar!! We went to look if she cut herself on our palisade fence, we have 50 meters of it at the back, and sure as nuts there it was, my poor little kitty impaled herself on our fence! The Vet said she’s the luckiest cat he’s ever seen. She didn’t puncture any organs and her muscle is in tact, the wound is just enormous!!
She’s home now, with drainage pipes, a bit yukky, but the pain is not as bad today as it has been when she came home. She could hardly walk, I felt so sorry for.Tomorrow the drainage pipes come out, then she will feel much better. We will have to have a look at how we can make our back fence much safer for her. Pete’s already come up with some ideas which he’ll implement next week.
Other than that we had a fantastic day with my sister yeasterday, she came over for a braai coz my BIL is in Durban on a systems upgrade. We had such a fantastic time with her again! Today is one of those balmy summer days, it’s just gorgeous, the boys had a swim yesterday and will definitely swim again today. I love summer!!
“Here lives a very special cat indeed.”
Last week Tim came running into my bedroom with his index finger implanted on his forehead, wide eyes and a look of shock and horror on his face! My first thought was that he must have bumped his head or something horrid, but alas, it was a ……..P-I-M-P-L-E!! Eeek! In his words “a bloody HUGE zit Mo-o-o-o-om!!!! My very uncool and heavy reaction? “Aaaaaw! How cute! Your first pimple!! So NOT the reaction he was looking for, but hey, it IS the boy’s first chorb! So an emergency meeting was called, (I kid you not) so that we can figure out how to vanquish the evil zit. I dabbed some of my Clinique clarifying lotion on the offending protrusion (my mom’s miracle cure for zits) and had him hold the cotton swab on the zit for about 5 mins, then I put some blemish gel on to dry it out.
He left feeling much calmer and a whole lot better about the pimple. That is until this morning. When he came running into my bedroom with his hair pulled back and yelled “It’s SPREADING!!!!” Oh.my.word. did I laugh! He just wanted it off his head already! So I gave him the same treatment as last week, but now he’s very closely monitoring the chorbs, he does NOT want then to get any bigger or God forbid, SPREAD! We had a good ol’ chuckle at the shinanigans this morning, and he’s still gonna learn that zits are all part of growing up.
Which brings me to the growing up bit. I was looking at their baby photos yesterday, and you know when you have littlies it feels like they are going to stay small forever? I used to feel that, it was great, coz I just LOVED the little boyhood, they were just adorable. And then I blinked. Big mistake. Now it’s chorbs and music and girls and friends, and certainly no more mommy. They do grow up so incredibly fast! And as much as I loved the little boyhood, I’m equally loving the bigger boyhood, we can talk about stuff and they tell me secrets and I share *some* of mine, it’s great. But with each passing year I know we are getting closer to adulthood. They are already talking about what they want to study. Tim wants to study civil engineering and Phil wants to study industrial design. And it’s only 6 years away. Then it’s all over. 6 Short years then my biggest boy is at varsity. I wish I could fill every second of their lives and be around them all the time, because I know I’m going to blink again, then they will be adults.
So for the time being, I’ll be on zit patrol and have their smelly arm pits shoved in my face coz “Look! I’m getting under arm hair! Woohoo!!” I’ll tell them what they need to know about girls and such and hope the time passes by ever so slowly.
“No way dude! That is SO last century!” Phil telling Tim my music is old.
The weekend was very busy as predicted, but not in a good way. On Friday afternoon my Dad’s Dr. phoned in a flat panic and booked my dad into hospital with end stage renal failure. WTF??? End stage?? They were all supposed to come over for a braai on Sunday because they are moving to Natal next month, but we went to visit him in hospital instead. He’s out now, his potassium levels had to come down and his BP had to drop. He went to see his Nephrologist yesterday but the dude had to attend to an emergency so my Dad can only see him on Thursday. So we’ll know more then, but he has to go for dialisys (spelling? bah!) He’s only 65, still so very young.
Saturday night was at least a bit of a distraction, my partner in crime helped with that! Thanks pic!! The boys were dressed as a hobo and a goth, will post pictures as soon as I can. We were the dollies, and looked scary doll!
So now we wait for news, my favourite past time. Waiting.
On better news, my sister has finally stopped working, again, and we’ll be going out on Thursday, yay! I can’t wait, it’s just going to feel normal again, and that can only be good. I think we’ll get into the swing of things easily, and I won’t nag anymore k? Coz APPARANTLY I’m a NAG!! Have you ever? What kind? He he he he, revenge is sweet my dear, and it’s a dish best served cold (insert evil laugh!!)
“Don’t wanna, don’t havta, aint’ gonna!” -Rocky.
After an awesomely craptastic week I’m looking forward to a good weekend. A busy weekend at this point is great, coz I really need some distraction in my life right now. Tomorrow is Haloween, so we will be buying sweets and traipsing around getting sweeties from the neighbourhood, and giving ours away as we meet people on the streets. Not that I’m looking forward to it that much, but at least I’ll have some company (unnamed to protect the innocent) and we’ll be having some Hunters Dry to liven things up a bit *wink wink*.
Will hopefully have some nice photos of all the goings on from Haloween to post next week. Maybe I should go as Pippy longstocking, I kinda like freckly bits. I’ll probably embarras my boys senseless if I do that, mmmmm, now there’s a thought.
“Yes, but tomorrow I shall be a hero of the Soviet Union.” General Orlov.
What a week! We normally have a very peaceful suburb, we usually have our major criminal activity during the December holidays. Last year we has 6 incidents in the whole month. But since this blasted recession, we’ve had almost daily incidents here. We get notified via sms about some incident, like last night, a few houses from us some burglar got shot at by a resident, pity he missed. A car was broken into, and a suspect was caught on a property at 03:00 in the morning.
I know we’re not unique, and so many suburbs are hard hit, but quite frankly, we live here, and we have enjoyed a virtually crime free life. We have a closed suburb with booms and guards in vehicles, on foot and on bicycles. We pay for our security and freedom, yet it’s not enough, it will never be enough. The way I feel, after the shittest year of our lives, after our terrible loss and feelings of want, I would love to pack up and leave. I don’t even care where to, I just want to be gone. Away from here and all this sh*t.
A Facebook friend was in shock a week ago or 2 maybe, can’t remember, a friend of his got hijacked by some low form of life, and not only did they take her car, they proceeded to drive over her several times. Just for the hell of it. Boy am I sick and tired of this place. I’m just so angry at all of this, it’s just not right!!
All my positive feelings has flown out the window since Monday, and I don’t think we will ever be ok ever again. How’s that for fatalistic huh? I don’t actually think I can really remember what positive really feels like. It seems like a lifetime ago that I was actually a happy person. Nice.
I wish Pete could get work in Europe now and not later like we’ve been planning. I know the time is not yet right for us to move, but I wish it was. I wish I could get on a plane and tell the pilot to surprise me with the destination, that would be nice. Then we would never ever ever have to deal with people who destroy lives on a daily basis ever again. A girl can dream. Unfortunately my dreams seem to turn into a pile of nothing. How exciting.
Hopefully I will feel better at some point in my life, but right now I just don’t.
We have now run out of Mondays. I’ve been waiting for this day. It just seemed to rush up at us. We are left with short, sweet memories of a ‘what might have been’. A day to remember and to a day to move on. We will always remember how she made us feel, and we will be thankful for her short time with us. She taught us that there is hope, and that we can dream. I wish there was something more to say, but there isn’t.
You shouldn’t give up.
Fight for yourself and
who you are. You’ve got
to go through the worst
times in life to get the best. (I found this little poem on Postsecret, and thought it was rather appropriate for today.)
| I carry your heart with me |
| I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it,(anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you, here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart, I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart) “You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself ‘I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.’ You must do the thing you think you cannot do.” Eleanor Rooseveldt.
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That’s how I feel today. Just meh. It’s cold (well in MY opinion it is!) and wet-ish, and progress on my product is s-l-o-w. I know I have a lot to be thankful for, my life is blessed and I am for the most part a very happy person. But I don’t do well with patience, I like to get in and get out, BAM job done! Thank God I’m married to a very patient industrial designer, he always calms me down and explains that the design process does take time. YAWN. No really, I struggle so with that, hence the fact that I DON”T design anything.
I think I just need something, anything to go ahead and WORK dammit!! At least today when Pete came home he had some good news for me on the product front, so that’s a bit of a silver lining. And he reminded me (yet again) that we’ve only just begun, and I need to be a bit more patient. So, hopefully soon, I’ll be able to post a pic of my new product, hopefully. And please can we just get to the end of October already? I’m not in the best frame of mind these days, so I’m a bit blase′ at the moment, will hopefully feel a bit better next year month week, we’ll see, shall we?
“Patience is a VIRTUE.” - Some clever dude.
On Saturday my sister and I met Mel from Every cloud has a silver lining for coffe at Santdon city. She has given me some more clothing for the Zimbabwean Refugees. She has such a generous spirit, and e-mails me whenever she’s gathered all the clothes. Thank you Mel! You are a kind and generous soul who can teach all of us something about giving. This is a hard time for both my sister and I, a time of coming to terms and trying to move on,so it was great to chat and catch up on all the happenings in our lives.
“Kindness is the sunshine in which virtue grows.”
