I'm tired. I'm tired of being in lockdown. I'm tired of people supporting the lockdown. I'm tired of people not supporting the lockdown. I'm tired of people railing about "the situation" before they've read all the facts. I'm tired of the mixed messages from our leaders - local and international. I'm tired of listening to … Continue reading I’m tired….
February left in a flurry. So much so, that when I potted my bits for the market on Friday, I set the sell by date for March, not April. I only realised as I was getting myself together on Saturday morning - after having posted this photo to Instagram! February passed me by because I … Continue reading Leeky vegetables with virus rant on the side
Imagine - can you - a new world? It's incomprehensible that less than a hundred days ago, no-one had heard of the Novel Corona virus now known as Covid-19. Corona is no longer just Selma's favourite beer. It represents the biggest threat to the world's population since the Black Death (plague) and, potentially, the Spanish … Continue reading A re-imagining: life after this Corona
Mid 2019, blogpal @traciyork shared a selection of family photos from her childhood. It set us chatting about how photos like those reflect the essence of the period through the fashions: furniture, clothing and, of course hair. It made me contemplate the very few photographs I have of myself as a young adult in the … Continue reading Those hair(y) days…into the 90s…
The other day, I mentioned my love-hate relationship with the social media. Just yesterday, I not so tongue-in-cheek suggested that the Internet is one of my lock down essentials. The social media have come to permeate every part of our lives and, in the main, especially now, it's good. And not good. I did add, … Continue reading Bullies: Virtual hiding in plain sight
Chop. Chop. Chop. It's a Sunday and it's day two, no three, of South Africa's 21 day lock down. We're all obliged to stay at home so that we neither share or acquire the now not-so-novel virus that virus that's causing Covid-19. Then I have a brainwave: certain folk have been suggesting that I have … Continue reading Jammin’ with chillies: A reprise
In the early 1990's, after living in Johannesburg for eight years, I moved to Queenstown, a small farming town the Eastern Cape. It's probably best known for its schools (my ex-husband-to-be was a teacher), and sheep. Mostly for wool. I had no job and although I'd trained to teach, hadn't. I didn't want to. The … Continue reading Living alone, gigs and working from home: lessons for lock down
May 2016 was an interesting and busy month. Not just in what was then my day job, but also doing something that was a first for me. During March, one Saturday morning, minding my stall, as is my wont, Treasurer of a local committee passed by and made small talk with The Husband. Probably about … Continue reading Humming with Hummus
February left in a flurry. So much so, that when I potted my bits for the market on Friday, I set the sell by date for March, not April. I only realised as I was getting myself together on Saturday morning - after having posted this photo to Instagram! Oops! Sell by date can't be … Continue reading Leeky vegetables with a Steem(y) virus rant on the side
Yes, I know that at best, I'm employing too many cliches and, at worst, mixing metaphors, and I warn you, if you read on, it'll not get any better. It's not in my nature to air dirty laundry in public. I don't like confrontation, either. However, there are two other things I loathe more: oblique … Continue reading Hung out to dry, or did @gmuxx just duck?