things i like, did and didn't do this week

A good and busy week is over and another one looms.  The Wine Time website is up and running (thanks to Gareth).  Lots of positive feedback and best of all, new customers and wine orders.  If you have not already seen it, please take a look - wow.winetimeonline.co.za

"I likes" from last week:-

Having Nic home for two weeks.  Unfortunately he is back in Pretoria this morning.  Taking him through to town every morning gave me the opportunity to collect Alfie and take him for a walk most days (my walking partner is still away on "Granny" duty).

A 9km walk along the Sea Point beachfront to the Waterfront and back

Art classes have resumed.  A wonderful way to spend a Thursday evening with some lovely ladies, an inspiring art teacher and a glass or two of wine.  This second course is so inspiring as we are all over the "I cannot draw" stage, we can appreciate what we are learning and producing and appreciating that everyone has their own style and creative side.  We are working on a mandala at the moment.  Not knowing what a mandala was when I started, Annie's explanation and some investigation on Google, explained it nicely:-

The word "mandala" is from the classical Indian language of Sanskrit. Loosely translated to mean "circle," a mandala is far more than a simple shape. It represents wholeness, and can be seen as a model for the organizational structure of life itself--a cosmic diagram that reminds us of our relation to the infinite, the world that extends both beyond and within our bodies and minds.

Describing both material and non-material realities, the mandala appears in all aspects of life: the celestial circles we call earth, sun, and moon, as well as conceptual circles of friends, family, and community.

A mandala is...

An integrated structure 

organized around a 

unifying center

Longchenpa

Work in progress - lots of shading and detail to be filled in

This tweet, which Nic re-tweeted, gave me goosebumps.  Two great Rondebosch boys (and rugby players), friends and housemates and now playing Super 15 rugby against each other.  

nic groom ‏@nicgroom  May 17

Despite what you all may think, sport isn't about results, trophies or stats. It's about moments like this @brache87 pic.twitter.com/gRbtJlUDqe

Caroline had a birthday party on Saturday night - late and fun with a couple of chocolate vodka's involved. My punishment - having to get up at 5.30 to get Nic to the airport!!

Love this

To finish off the week a Sunday in the sun watching Tom and Gareth playing bowls.  They did really well and got through to the playoffs (but then lost). Who would have thought that watching bowls could be so entertaining.

 The "Didn't's"

Sort out my wardrobe and unpack my winter clothes

Wash my car

Read

Plant my new seedlings (all starting to dry out)

Re-arrange my bathroom to accommodate the new baskets I have bought

See a movie

Watch last week's episode of Fargo (Are you watching it? Offbeat but addictive)

Eat sushi

Find even one of my wedding photographs.  There were not many, and not even one of Michael and myself. My brother has some video footage which he has converted to digital so wants to include some pictures.  The problem with having your photographs on computers (some of which crash) and disks and not being organised.

Always next weekend but the urge for some sushi is great.

wacky weekend

Every picture tells a story.  A couple of busy days - trying to fit in three celebrations into one afternoon proved a little difficult, but I did it.  Missed out on the fourth though - Kitchen Karnage at Kathy (maybe not a bad thing as I was a whole lot stronger than the rest of the gang yesterday).  

Good times and pictures too good not to share.

Birthday girl at Barristers (The first session before things got messy)

I await pictures of the rest

Then off to a High Tea in the most perfect setting...

plenty cupcakes...

Actually, plenty of cakes, pops, sandwiches and tarts (a chocolate salted caramel tart that is still on my mind)...

the magnificent birthday cake...

the wise birthday girl's wonderful choice of champagne (available from the equally wonderful company called Wine Time)

and there were more roses and more cake pops

and much more...So sorry not to have taken pictures of the "savoury" table but I did not spend much time there.

Then Mother's Day celebrations yesterday

The mother and matriach, her children and a scarf to match the begonias

"No favourites!!"

My walking friend is away at the moment but luckily I have Alfie for company (not quite as talkative but also pretty entertaining). I have been driving Nic through to town for lectures early in the morning and on the way I "dognap" my new best friend. Today I needed some hills, so we did a neighbourhood walk around the Oranjezicht / Vredehoek / Higgovale (never know exactly where each suburbs starts and ends)

Autumn at it's best

Nearly at the top of the hill

Almost as well co-ordinated as my mother's scarf and the begonias

City coming to life

Gardens to delight

A stately Herbert Baker

next door to concrete, glass and steel

and a welcoming red door

A lovely adventure and so good to explore a new neighbourhood

Dog tired

before i get ahead of myself

As a mother and with Mother's Day looming, and before I pat myself on the back too hard, best I digest these words:-

Where I have failed:-

Water on the bathroom floor

What is it about my boys and baths and showers and water on the bathroom floor?  Then I remembered.  I remembered back to Parry Road days when they were still small enough to bath together.  I remember how it was my half hour (maybe an hour) to cook in peace while they filled the bath to the brim, used Shipmate bubbles, huge medical syringes and played until they were shivering and wrinkled.  I remembered the shouts to me of "Towel for Raoul" - There were never towels in the bathroom as they got splashed and squirted upon and everyday they had to be hung out to dry or be washed or both.  So by the time I got to the bathroom with the towels, one, two or maybe even three of them had jumped out and were running down the passage leaving footprints and bubbles on the carpet.

They still love to bath (but not together). To fill the bath to the brim and splash about.  Bathing and flooding I can half understand (the last time I bathed about 4 years ago, I also flooded the bathroom but that was because I don't do it very often and I never quite understood Archimedes and his Displacement Principle (and I probably think I am a whole lot slimmer than I actually am (is there an opposite to anorexia?)).  However, how do you flood a bathroom after a shower?  How do you, at the ages of 26, 28 and 30, still leave footprint puddles all the way to your bedroom?  I should by now have realised that a towel to them is an object used to hide your private parts from your mother.

No cap on the toothpaste

Taps not turned off properly

Not re-filling the water bottles and putting them back in the fridge

Using the bread knife to butter your bread

Leaving cupboard doors open (with the object to hide your winkie hanging over the door)

Small things I know and things that I have stopped moaning about. Things that I thought they would maybe grow out of (especially once they have their own homes).  Small things but things that I am sure one day their partners are going to point fingers at me about.

I am not going to let this spoil my Mother's Day and who the hell is Ann Landers anyway?

today i believe

Number 1 - that my mother was right - never eat a banana or cheese (and especially not both) before going to bed or you will have bad dreams.

After saying goodbye to the "art ladies" last night, I realised that besides a couple of handfuls of nuts and some chips and dip, I had not had any supper. Too late to do anything but I thought I had better not go to bed hungry. A banana and chunk of cheese before brushing my teeth would do the trick. Well blow me down, my mother was right - and, indirectly me too, as I always told the boys not to eat cheese before going to bed because they would have bad dreams (How can you tell your children things without having any proof?). So at 55 years old, I finally had proof. I had nightmares about dragons and spiders, hospitals and drips, bruised zombies chasing me down hospital corridors and a couple of others, featuring an old boyfriend and too scary to mention.

They were "big" dreams

Number 2 - that autumn in Cape Town is definitely my best season.  Clear skies, sharp colours, crisp mornings, warm days and nights not yet cold but delightful to be snuggled under your duvet.

(and, not forgetting the hundreds and thousands of leaves that need to be raked and bagged every day)

Number 3 - that sometimes an impulsive, last minute decision to invite some good friends around for a meal turns into one of the best decisions of the week.

Number 4 - that a walk in Kirstenbosch in autumn is good for the soul

Number 5 - that a change of attitude is sometimes essential to your well-being.  I was stuck in chaotic, noisy traffic on Main Road, Woodstock today. There was no way out and I could not decide which group were the most dangerous, the pedestrians, the taxi drivers or the bus drivers. I was irritable and could feel the pulse beating in my neck. "Silly Girl", I said to myself (sternly). "Why are you acting like them?", I questioned myself (gingerly). Change was needed. I put the music on a bit louder (still acting like them), slowed down and drove like a little old lady going to church on a Sunday morning. I stopped to let pedestrians cross in front of me, I smiled at taxi-drivers and waved them on as they cut in front of me and buses were given as much space as they needed. My neck stopped pulsating, I felt calmer and I got home in one piece in probably exactly the same time. 

Number 6 - that some things you will never be too tired to do. I am forcing myself to stay awake until midnight and playing on the computer to keep alert. It would be so nice to jump into my cosy bed with crisp clean sheets and dream good dreams but I am collecting Nic from the airport on his cheap late night flight. He is home for two weeks to attend some lectures.

"What happens when you blow your nose too hard at altitude"

Number 7 - that tomorrow is going to be awesome too. Special girls, courtyard, sushi and wine (No cheese - It gives you bad dreams!!).

Have a wonderful weekend