Update and comment – 1 November 2020

It is a chilly, overcast day, here in Johannesburg, with more rain predicted for the next few days, and how welcome last night’s heavy rain has proved to be. Gardens were becoming parched and tempers frayed.  Weeks of extremely hot sunshine without even a drop of rain has made many of us very tired – not easy going about one’s day to day business in that kind of weather. Not everyone has the luxury of floating around on an inflatable pool lounger, drinking cocktails during the day and dreaming about life after Covid! Most of us have to face whatever it is that the day brings and try as hard as we can to be optimistic about the future and continue to try to make a living.

Being able to keep in touch with friends and family members during this challenging year has proved to be a very necessary lifeline. It is so easy to wallow in self pity and become bogged down with worries and concerns, many of which are fuelled by listening to news reports or reading articles loaded with doom and gloom and resonating from the mouths of dodgy politicians or so-called experts in every conceivable area of life. So, a phone call to a friend, a joke shared on WhatsApp, or just a quick catch-up with a relative can give you enough mental energy to carry on regardless.

I was advised several years ago by a well- meaning sister-in-law to buy one of those highly recommended colouring-in books in order to forget my worries and relax. Well, after all this time I decided to get out the crayons and chill! It just isn’t for me at all! I know that I am an A-type personality and, yes, I do have some vestige of creativity within me, but colouring in? Not a chance! I was so irritable whilst trying to get good quality crayons to actually give me a dark enough hue (maybe they have just been lying in the box for so many years that their pigment has died a death!) to actually show up on the abstract design I was attempting to enhance that I got more and more agitated, and less and less relaxed. So, after about 15 minutes, I gave it up (probably for every) and have decided that painting a wall, or doing some necessary home touch-ups is definitely more my style than trying to find inner peace with a crayon in my hand! What do they say about different strokes for different folks?

Whilst writing this little epistle, the sun has come out and I might just endeavour to go into the garage and get out the green paint which is used for the garden walls and put my creativity to a practical use! Here goes, and I hope that the rain holds out just long enough to allow the pva to dry!

Bye for now and see you on the Magic Roundabout!

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Just a few things I’d love to change

Wouldn’t life be amazing if, when you found a hairdresser who styled your hair absolutely perfectly, perhaps for the very first time in your life, you could push a pause button and keep every hair at just that length and looking exactly the same for as long as you wanted? However, what happens? The very next time you wash your hair and attempt to reproduce the previous effect it just doesn’t work out. No matter how you concentrate on blow-waving in the same way as the stylist, the result is always different.

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Now, fast forward just a few weeks and what has happened? The style is changing day by day because the hair is constantly growing, and it probably hardly resembles the way it looked when it was cut and styled the last time. That’s just the name of the game. Sad to say.

The same problem exists when you take your beloved pooch to the doggy parlour. Out he or she struts, often with a bow tied onto either the ears or in the middle of the forehead, looking so very pleased with life. So, the bows fall out within hours and then, before you can blink, the wretched hair starts growing again at an alarming pace. Oh, please can someone invent that pause button which would most certainly make you millions in no time at all!

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Maybe the pause button could have a few variations such as stopping the grass from growing too quickly, and more importantly, keeping a home totally dust free. There are just so many chores that become so very tedious and mindless which really could be banished for ever, or at the very least, reduced to a once every six months or once a year ritual. It is just such a total waste of valuable time to have to constantly re-do cleaning, mowing the lawn, getting one’s hair cut and styled and the list goes on and on ad infinitum! Please, if you are reading this and see yourself as an inventor, could you take heed of my pain and invent that pause button? Thank you so much in advance!

Just realised something – if the pause button on life’s frustrating issues does appear as a new invention, we may be faced with demonstrations due to people losing business. So, all things considered, and not least of all, the income of millions of people, forget the above and let’s accept the inevitable of being humans on this planet of ours. Hair will grow (as long as one is healthy), pooches will need constant grooming (unless you prefer the shaggy, unkempt look), grass will grow (unless you keep a goat or a flock of sheep in the garden) and dust will continue to be the bane of one’s life!

Somethings will simply have to stay the same as they are, sad to say!

“He who asks a question is a fool for a minute, he who does not
remains a fool for ever. – Chinese Proverb.

Update and Comments: 13 January 2020

Stuck between a rock and a hard place and the New Year has hardly started!

I believe that one’s home can be a very dangerous place to be. Yesterday could have resulted in my demise, if truth be known. With the semi-long-haired German Shepherd spending several hours having a much overdue grooming session at our local dog parlour, it seemed a good time to get rid of all the dust behind all the kitchen appliances. This is a job which is impossible to do when dear Kelly is around as she sees any form of housework as an invitation to become a total monster. She barks aggressively at brooms, vacuum cleaners, spray bottles, dusters, in fact anything that remotely resembles a cleaning tool and does her level best to destroy the item in question.  I am beginning to think that she is the reincarnation of a previously badly treated maid.

Anyway, back to the potential disaster whilst cleaning. I pulled out the washing machine as well as the dishwasher. Both of these appliances must have originally been installed by someone who had zero idea of the necessity of cleaning behind them once they had been installed. The hoses on both machines have to be secured in the exit points in the wall tiles with Prestik! If they are just pushed into the holes in the tiles, then the water pressure, when the machines are in operation, is capable of making the hoses shoot out of the wall, and the resultant gush of water will flood the kitchen. Therefore, the need for blocking the holes and securing the hoses with Prestik.

I managed to squeeze between the two pulled out machines and, sitting under the countertop, with great difficulty managed to stuff a large amount of the Prestik into both outlet holes after pushing the hoses in as far as they would go. Now came the dangerous part – how on earth to squeeze back out from under the kitchen counter with both machines partially blocking my exit. Getting in under the counter hadn’t been difficult, but now to get up from a squashed, sitting position, and to extricate myself (fortunately I am not a particularly big person) was ample cause for hyperventilation and the start of a panic attack!! Crazy how getting into a situation is one thing, but getting out of it is quite another. Being alone at the time, it was rather nerve wracking to say the least. Anyway, I had to take a very deep breath and relax, then squirm my way to a semi standing position, grab the edge of the kitchen counter and ease my way out.  I cannot over emphasise the relief of being upright once again and made sure I didn’t put my back out whilst pushing the afore-mentioned appliances back into their respective spots.

If it had been later in the day, I think a nice glass of wine might have been in order, but not at 10am! I am beginning to believe that one should have an insurance policy to cover any unforeseen eventualities whilst cleaning one’s home.  Anyhow, I am still here in body (the mind is always a debatable entity)  to continue blogging into 2020!

Bye for now and see you on the Magic Roundabout!

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