Man, what’s up with that brain of mine these days? It
just goes into hyper-drive when I lie down, lately! This time it was a new
design-idea for the project I was busy with, before this move-thing kicked off plus
some idea about a barter-community. Yeah, don’t ask. Some of these ideas are as
crazy as the one’s I used to come up with when I was drunk! But you know the
old saying “When you sober up a drunken horse thief, you’re still left with a
horse thief” – so I guess the crazy was always pure me!
So, not a good night, again, and also again, I woke up
feeling queasy and with quite a headache. Not a migraine, just a headache. Or
maybe a mild migraine, I don’t know. Still courtesy of that horrid menopause
thing I’ve got going on. I remember one episode of ‘Waiting for God’ where
Diana is in hospital and she pretty much summarises the male view of womens
health – pretty poignant!
Anyway, for breakfast I had taken a loaf of bread out
the freezer last night, and baked it up this morning. Lovely! Fresh bread! I’d
also taken another ‘Aufschnitt’ out and for dinner I’ll revert to the simple ‘fried
chunk of meat’.
I’ve just made a model of my project-idea and it
works! Sigh, and I can’t really go into it now, I’ll have to pack it away for
after this whole nightmare is over!
I should be enjoying my last weeks in PE – but when
there’s a move looming over me, I can’t enjoy anything much! At least with
three months I’m not in a packing frenzy, working myself to a heart attack,
stressing about what I’ve forgotten, what needs to be planned, how, when, who …
I’m packing at a steady rate, maintaining my household – including cooking – and
most of all, I’m not traumatizing my family. They’ll have such a bad,
frightening time ahead of them, the longer I can maintain normality for them,
the better. I’ll have to start preparing them for what’s coming. Try and fake
happy excitement, something to look forward to! I still need to research how
best to prepare them, well, I’ve done that research already, now I need to
refresh my memory and put it into action. I’m just so afraid of Ziva making a
run for it … I’ll have to be very, very careful with her in the new home.
I went to visit Rose and we had our usual lovely chat.
Lady Jane kept us entertained as well – she was quite inquisitively inspecting
Rose’s flat! Rose says she only does that when I’m there. She is such a
character! So lively and always busy investigating or inspecting something!
Frankie was in a grumpy mood for some reason, though. But he, too, is such a
character. He tip-tip-tips through the flat on those wooden floors like a ballerina!
He’d look good in a pink tutu, his dark colouring would set it off beautifully!
Well, I fried my rump steak for dinner and appeased’
my mips – especially Ziva – with a sachet, now they’re snoozing again. Ready
for action when I go to bed? Well, not lately – they seem to sleep through till
morning these days.
Either that ointment works very well, or Ziva &
Lady Jane have been busy cleaning Mewthos’ face wound – it’s all clear, no
bleeding or anything. Just a bald patch. He, too is such a darling, though very
different from Lady Jane! He is just such a loving cuddle muffin! It drives
even Ziva nuts at time – he’ll come running full tilt to cuddle up to her and
she’ll turn away in disgust! He does the same with me, when he stands up on his
hind legs putting his paws as high as he can on me, or when he jumps up
brushing against my leg. Or when he flops down in front of me when I go into
the garden. He just loves to be loved! And I just love to oblige!
Rose was telling me how Ziva surprised her when she
was in the garden, she came up to her and did her roly-poly tickle-my-tummy
over and over again! She’d walk off, then turn around and come back for more!
She has really come a very long way from the starving half-feral creature we’d
spot in the garden from a distance occasionally! Like Romeo, she gets restless
when she’s shut in – but over the months, she’s learned to tolerate it over
night. Being shut in a room is going to be very hard on her! But if she gets
out, the rest of her life will be hard – and possibly short, so I’ll take hard
over that any day! Still, not something to look forward to.
Since the whole packing and planning of a move is such
a stressful nightmare, I usually end up in such crappy places – not having the
energy at that time to drive around for days looking at places. In Pretoria I
picked the wrong place – I had looked at several, two of them on the short-list
and I picked the wrong one. I didn’t do all my research first – the other place
had recently been renovated, and really beautifully! That owner clearly cared
for the place … I really shot myself in the foot choosing the other place! And
then this place. I never even looked at any other places, I had just started
searching and came across this one. I blame being a Vaalie (from the Inland
province which used to be called Transvaal) – we’re all lured by the sea view!
Ha Ha! And the garden here. Well, the place turned out to be badly managed –
but the neighbourhood was an unexpected delight! And I got my mippies and
really got a lot of pleasure working in the garden.
Anyway, this time I won’t be responsible for the home
I’ll get, he he. And I’m not spending any time or energy really thinking about
what I’ll get. When my mind tries to go there with some horror movies to play
in my head? I shut it off! I’ll tinkle on that bridge when I get there. I just
hope it’s not a Rondavel!
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