I wish I could find time to blog, and do more than frantically read all new comments and as many as possible of the posts coming up on my emails. I wish I could find time to get my ‘downgrade’ from XP to 7 (I did SO prefer XP!) to speak to my cameras. I wish I could share all the recent photos, from move to renovations to R’s graduation from her preschool (mortar boards, the lot, and she sang in a trio which was the only non-choral event). I wish I could review ‘Aladdin’ and ‘Dolphins by Starlight’ which so delighted the kids.
I wish I could tell you about Macgregor, after dreading moving him and wondering how we could keep him inside for weeks and butter his paws and all of that … he said, ‘Oh, so this is our home now, is it?’ and settled in virtually on the day of arrival. Obviously a people cat rather than a place cat.
I wish I could do full justice to the sagas with floors and ceilings and living in confined spaces and injuring myself on a daily basis (today was two large panes of glass toppling over and scraping down my legs before I caught them in the nick of time – multiple bruises and abrasions).
I also wish I could relate the tale of the trampoline, the mat of which had to be sent via Pinetown to Johannesburg a month or two ago to have new tags etc sewn on. I collected it yesterday as a surprise for the kids, and took the frame, which I had personally dismantled and transported, out of the garage. Then I was able to scrounge spare springs from the neighbour next door, and I erected it with a vice-grip and tremendous effort. At that point I decided that I had put the mat in upside-down, and that the fancy perimeter should go on top. I was battling to dismantle it when a friend called, and said he would be able to make a tool to do the job. I then found that a long screwdriver worked well, and took it apart and put it together but for the last couple of springs, which needed an extension to the screwdriver I was using. I went to the cottage to find something suitable and when I returned to the lawn below the house, there was friend beaming proudly at an again-taken-apart trampoline – his invention had worked and he was just about to start putting it on upside down again.
I wish I could tell you about the neighbour behind us who introduced himself by yelling furiously, ‘Your dog has chowed my chickens!’ Toby the Border Collie had found the one vulnerable spot in the back fence we had so carefully constructed, and had burrowed underneath it. The pet chickens had to go to the vet and after being hospitalised were put down – an interesting little reduction in my bank balance.
Such a pity I lack any opportunity to blog all these things. They might have interested a few people.