Time to continue with the stories.
So we are now at the beginning of 2017 Life on the island is still not easy, I am swinging in an out of i know i made the right decision to move here but I would rather be back home.
These thoughts are made worse when Wonder Woman's dad passed away from cancer. She was obviously heart broken, and I was taking big strain as we were quite close aswell.
The hardest part about being so distant and having a huge time gap is when this kind of thing happens. Ask anyone that has immigrated and they will agree.
AAAAAAAnnnnnnnnd GO!
Life as we know it is a funny thing. As soon as you think It’s all going well something comes up behind you and gives you a RFS from behind.
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2017 did not start out as all fun and games and we suffered a terrible loss in the family, Nikki’s Dad, John, Passed away.
He was a Legend of a Man, Father, Father-in-law, Grandfather and Friend and I truly respected and loved him with all my heart and mind.
I have many fun and memorable stories that I could share about John but I feel that this is not the forum to tell these stories, so all I will say is rest in peace John you are missed every day by many many people.
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Hold on to your panties because today’s is a ripper… as in rip off, like I’m stealing your time.
During the long flight back to the Island from the motherland I had time to reassess my priorities, my first priority was to make a list of my priorities.
The problem with flying cattle class is you don’t really have any space to write anything down. If you are, how do I put this gently, FAT, there is even less space. Now combine FAT and TALL and you have even less space. Also I didn’t have a piece of paper to write on.
So I reprioritized my priorities and decided to make a list of them but instead of writing them down I memorized them with the intent to write them down as soon as I remembered.
Needless to say, I forgot what those priorities were, but, I felt it necessary that you know I at least thought about them and prioritized them.
14 hours stuck in a pressurized sardine can facing the back of a chair can do little wonders for your psyche. Thoughts about Deep Vein Thrombosis or “DVT”, as us jetsetters like to call it, settle in and once you go down that rabbit hole you are in trouble. They give you a reference card with exercises to do while sitting in your chair. I’ve seen a 20kg baby strapped in a car seat in a Mini with more space to move. When reading these reference cards I believe that the artist that drew these pictures had never made used of Leonardo da Vinci’s Vitruvian man and does not understand the general principles of proportions, and, the saying that size does matter. If your mind is not already in the gutter I would help you but I’m trying to keep this clean so………instead I’m reminded of a quote that Paul (not family of Dean Elgar the cricketer) a world renounced ….oops.. renowned engineer used to use when it looked like he was going to lose an argument “Give me a lever long enough and a fulcrum on which to place it, and I shall move the world” (Archimedes) … He also used this a lot so I had to share it aswell.
“'n grap is 'n grap, maar jy maak nie n sambreel in n man se hol oop nie” loosely translated to
“A joke is a joke, but you do not open an umbrella in a man's ass”
SO YES Size Does Matter……
I tried to spend some time checking out the airhostess but flying with Qantas limits you to three 50+ year old Sheela’s with sore feet and a diminutive sense of humour. The rest are men that are trying desperately to look like Patrick Swayze in Pricilla Queen of the Desert. It’s a long flight (did I mention this already) but, on the bright side, the island that’s shaped like scoobydoo’s head was calling us, as well as our offspring that we could not give away. Trenticles was eating his way through Marty and Bones’s as well as Nicola’s house, Spiderpig was suffering from vitamin d deficiency and wonder woman was missing her kids. Me… I was missing Peter Stuyvesant Blues and Castle Lager already.
Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder, but a quick visit to customs helps to solve that problem. To be honest it didn’t take a lot of convincing to know I have made the right decision. When I got to the passport control the chap helping me behind the counter looked like he was stuck on a lazyboy, where the seat mechanizim was broken and the backrest cant go back up. After speaking to him for almost 30 seconds it was clear that its not the chair that’s the broken, it’s the entire government and the attitude that goes with it. With the call of Africa fading slowly in my heart, and a tear in my eye it was time to accept that my future is on the Island, and to really make this work I need to look to the future, but never forget my roots, family and friends.
AAANNNNYYYYYWWAAAYYYYY moving along swiftly, like an errant arrow shot into a tropical storm in the middle of the night, we never will know where this story is really going.
To make a change one needs to jump start it with something meaningful and habit breaking, it should shock the system so that you know it’s changed both mentally and physically.
I could lick 9-volt battery, I could eat lots of chillies, I could buy a RENAULT, but we all know that that’s never going to happen.
Instead I have stopped drinking and smoking, for a while. This momentous effort has been made easier with the help of the Australian Government as this letter will elaborate on at some stage. When a person does these ridiculous things, one has instantly more time on one’s hands. Gone are the Braai’s, gone are the socializing with friends, watching sport on TV on a Saturday afternoon. You try talking to strangers without some liquid courage backed up by a quick smoke. This new found time availability conundrum has me writing letters, jogging and parenting. How…… incredibly…… boring…… although I do sneak looks at the latest motorbike websites a lot more now. I think I need to start studying again…… whahahahahahahahahhahahahahah. That’s never going to happen.
Anyway I’m into my 3rd week of water and salty cracks, I’m debating that 9-volt battery and chillies, but never the RENALUT. And while I was jogging yesterday, I decided to share this with you. The actual point of this letter…..
Coming up
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