How I missed it

The best part of this unbearable heat? The fierce summer thunderstorms! I missed how the parched earth is so refreshed after the heavens burst. I missed the lightening leaving me in awe. I missed the melody of the water rushing out of the gutter next to my bedroom window. It has got to be thee best lullaby.

Rewired into reality

Today was my first day back at work. It seems strange to have a 'grown up' job in South Africa. Before London, I freelanced from home. And before that there was an extended intern ship at a national newspaper. And prior to that were odd part time student jobs.

So, the next chapter begins... and I feel elated.

*smiles*

Old school charm

The Organ Harvester recently ran the Pen, Paper and Post Project. It simply involved bloggers writing actual letters to each other and posting them off.

Due to the civil servant strike, there were a few hiccups. But then again, with the South African Postal Service, there are always hiccups. And as for the theft, well, that is an entire different bitchin' session. Triple sigh...

So I finally received a letter from O.H himself. He saw fit to attach a Ms in front of my name on the envelope, and a Mr in front of his name on the return address - very old school and dare I say, charming.

Despite his gripes about his handwriting, I understood every word, without straining my eyes. And that says a lot, especially since I have been inflicted with an eye infection for the past month. I love that he wrote in cursive, which I also find to be old school charm too. The paper he used was of high quality, A4, ivory with a gold shimmer. I thought it was just gorgeous.

When I had pen-pals, long before the arrival of email, I used to love the thrill of getting letters every week. And I loved the anticipation of finding something in the post I was looking forward to again. Nonetheless, it was a challenging experience to write to someone I've only known through cyberspace.

He also mentioned in his letter it is awkward to find an ending, without sounding abrupt. But I loved the sincerity of his well wishes. And because I had had a very bad week, it brought on a case of slight sniffles.

So thanks O.H, for this. And maybe, hopefully, there will be further letters to look forward to.

Insomnia - the unwanted guest

For the past three hours I have been trying to sleep. My assistants were called in after a while and both Sleeping Pill1 and Sleeping Pill2 have failed me. I imagine sitting opposite them in a boardroom and saying: "You're fired!"

Hmphhhh...

Im melting, I'm melting

The Skank and I had a bit of document signing to do today. I also had some other errands to run in the busy business area, Sandton. I'd say we spent most of our time in the car. I hated the roads because of the construction. I hated the impatient drivers. I hated the clutch control cramp I got (and am still suffering from five hours later!). Let me not mention the traffic! And dammit, don't ever drive with 30 degree Celsius heat in a car where the air con is not working! I think we perspired litres of sweat. (Over share, I know, but I don't really care) And, chocolate is not making me feel better at all! What is this world coming to?