We timed the voting just right between the early rush and the mid-morning escalation, so our democratic rights were exercised painlessly. That the family does not vote blindly is borne out by the fact that we didn’t all vote the same way.
Then we celebrated with a bacon breakfast at Buccaneers on the beach. Very good.
After that things went worser. We decided to show R some animals at Shongweni. On the way, Baby J announced extreme hunger in strident tones, so we stopped off at the Japanese Garden in Sarnia to enable her to guzzle.
How sad it is the extent to which the garden has declined. No ducks because the pond the ducks used to be on is no more, and the ducks ditto; and a slightly seedy aspect seen to be setting in generally.
Then it was off to the dam. The once-beautiful approach is now marred by a shanty town where even shebeens and spaza shops seem sad and sorry. Then, after paying in rather heavily at the gate, one finds that all roads giving access to game views are closed to everyone except those taking organised game drives. One can take in the sight of the water and the hills, and be entertained by troops of thieving Vervet monkeys, but that’s it. The latter we can do at home at much closer quarters, anyway.
The rest of the day was taken up with an interview with an author to show a section of a novel I have edited and formatted as a sample, and to give a quote for doing the whole book. A decision is pending. Anyway, author’s spouse had yesterday expressed an interest in my CDs, and after borrowing them overnight merrily forked out for the whole set. It is nice to have extra strings for one’s (violin?) bow!
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