"let your boat of life be light, packed with only
what you need - a homely home and simple pleasures, someone to love and someone to love you,
enough to eat and enough to wear
and a little more than enough to drink:
for thirst is a dangerous thing"

Saturday, 27 April 2013

how to get lost with a navigator and a garmin...

It has been a good day.  Fay recommended a furniture removal guy to me.  I only phoned him last night (thinking he could help me on Monday), he said he would be at Helen's flat at 8.30 this morning and it would cost R400.  He arrived at 8.20 with 5 guys to help, they emptied out the flat and some of the garage, dropped half the load off at Michael's office, a dresser off at Nic's place in Rondebosch and the balance at our house.  The entire operation took 65 minutes.  Need stuff moved, call me.  First win of the day (thanks Fay).

Next to watch Kelly at WP hockey trials.  She did good.  Tick.

Off to watch Nic play rugby in Ravensmead.  Kathy makes a last minute call to come along and navigate.  I have been there plenty times and have never found it first time (so why did I think today would be different?).  Lost with a navigator and a Garmin.  Eventually navigator manages to find Stroebel Road in Ravensmead, instead of the landing strip at Kakamas (not joking, no idea what she was typing into the little Garmin's American mouth).  We paid our R30 to get in and found a seat on the "railway stand".  A lovely hour watching rugby with the locals (UCT (second team) won, another tick).  We sat in a cloud of hubbly bubbly fumes (cherry flavour) with cute curly haired children running around us and parents, brothers and sisters braaiing chicken pieces, drinking brandy and cokes out of real glasses with ice blocks (not Miss Kitty paper cups or Old Brown Sherry in coke bottles like we do at our home games).  Nic was done and we watched the first bit of the main game but the smell of the chicken, combined with the hubbly bubbly fumes and smoke (now cannabis flavour), a few breaking glasses and the realisation that this happy crowd were not offering or selling their drinks to us (they were also rapidly running out of glasses) and so we had better head home to  make our own party (if we could programme the little American voice to get us out of this place).  As we stood up to leave a chorus of fathers and brothers (and maybe even a grandfather) shouted out to us "Why you ladies leaving the party?".  I was tempted to say "because you did not offer us a drink" but realised that they were a friendly and generous bunch and if they offered, it would have been hard (and rude) to refuse and we still had to find our way home (so lucky I did not answer) and we just said a friendly good luck and goodbye.

We found our way home, popped in to visit Dalene, ate hot cross buns and drank red wine (excellent combination) with my mom and Aunty Alice, had some laughs and now I sit at the computer (because I was falling asleep watching rugby (and then golf)) laughing to myself after watching this clip from an Ellen show.

Had to share and now off to bed (tick).  

Red wine in a tumbler with ice (love her style) but where are the hot cross buns?

From this movie - can't wait!!

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