An ordinary woman who cooks (and writes stuff) at The Sandbag House, in the Winelands of South Africa. Not a gamer.
McGregor, South Africa
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Last weekend I was invited to supper with friends. That's not unusual what is, is Dr M. Having just ended a sabbatical, is back at work and commuting between the village and Cape Town and when he's home, catching up with "his" people is critical to his replenishment. He loves doing it at home, but none of likes going empty handed - and many of us enjoy cooking and entertaining as much as they do. So, this exchange is not unusual:
It's spring day in the Southern Hemisphere. During the week, and when we were plunged back into mid-winter, it occurred to me that this would also be an opportune date to act on my resolution to start writing (posts) again.
Last winter was cold. This winter was colder - in both the figurative sense of last year - but also in the literal sense. It took a while to arrive, but when she did, it was with a vengeance. And she chose The Husband's birthday weekend; the weekend that we'd have usually had some sort of gathering and the weekend I had chosen to maintain that tradition - for people to say a final good bye.
ForewordI know I've been absent. Very absent. I know I keep on saying that'll change. That's the plan. However, every time I think I'm on top of stuff, I get railroaded. Sometimes it's good stuff, sometimes it's not. So, for me, RL continues to be a bit of a rollercoaster. The plan, if the current lull continues, is to "explain" some of it in the while.
These photos - and this post - have been sitting in my drafts for a week. Let me explain: not only was June the first anniversary of The Husband's death, but I seem to have copped either Covid or swine flu. Given the loss of taste and brain fog as well as the fact that most of the (other) symptoms were the same as a friend who tested positive, the consensus is Covid.
I loathe the cold and I hate getting up in the dark. No, I would not survive in the Northern Hemisphere where the cold and short days are much, much more intense than here. The sun was just rising as I packed the pickup for the market on Saturday: a 4°C sunrise.