To lighten the earlier blogs I would like to throw in some light hearted humour. And who does that best but my three wonderful children and their wonderful friends.
A good starting point will have to be the last visit from Sarah and Dom, the only dark cloud was that my Angel Cait was not with them but it was not to be this time.
Dom is Sarah’s best friend and she is also a professional belly dancer and a qualified beauty therapist. What an amazing person with the sense of humour that catches you by surprise as her face speaks innocence and her words defy that innocence.
Before they left to return to Johannesburg we went to the beach as I have mentioned earlier. The wind was fierce but it was a nice warm day and all in all glorious day. Dom is a dark skinned beauty and my Sarah a fair skinned beauty, the sun was not very kind to my Sarah and she left with a tan to match her lovely red hair.
Sarah and Dom played the fool and while horsing around Dom tripped on the sea sand and fell so gracefully. This was the start of a photo session and I managed to get it all on my cell phone. Walk, frolic, skip, dance and oops, slow motion tumble onto the sea sand. I love the fact that the sea manages to bring the child out in all of us.
One time at Balito we met our friend Tash – I mentioned her before- the poor victim of Kings the drinking game. Matt decided to hide Cait's shoes in the sand while she went for a stroll down the beach and it was quite a challenge for her to find her shoes. Sea sand is not so soft when you are trying to dig for the hidden treasure. She was a good sport and entertained us with her dig skills. Bottom up in the air and every now and then she would lose her balance and fall into the hole she was digging.
I of course being the mom I am got a little upset and asked Matt to help her find her shoes. I was boohed for being such a mom and Cait even told me to chill as this was all done in good fun. Cait did the digging in the sand pushing the sand through her legs as she scooped the sand out she sprayed all of us and circled around the hole with such child like glee we all joined in and before long I buried Sarah and Bern’s feet in the sand. Thumping the sand hard and nearly breaking their toes. Bern has the funniest toes not to mention her knees.
Her big toe would not behave and stay hidden so for its efforts of trying to escape I thumped it down with a shoe. I am sure I nearly broke it. Did I mention that we were having a nice picnic o the beach mainly consisting of Breezes and Millers and Sangria? Sarah loved the visit and the family time. Cait was still living with Bern and me at the time. We took long walks on the beach and shared the most wonderful day.
Cait of course decided to seek her revenge and buried his shoes when he was away from our picnic spot. But she is much more devious than we ever anticipated. She buried them in one spot and made sure that when Matt returned he would catch her “filling in” a hole about a meter away from the real treasure spot.
Mat dug and dug for ages with us giving him tips, warmer; colder; to your left; to your right until Cait took pity on him and showed him where the X spot was! As I said the sea brings out the child in all of us. I am sure we have all either buried someone in the sand or been victim to being buried in the sand. Tash and her hubbub James had such a good time with us they stayed the night with us and as I have previously mentioned we played Kings and Tash lost horribly.
Our weekend with Sarah and Dom came to an ending much too quickly and I loved every minute of having young people in the home again.
After a lovely morning we were eating a very special meal I prepared for them before they embarked on their 6 hour journey back to Johannesburg. A chicken and pecan nut dish with a touch of honey and mustard which was eaten with enjoyment and we were quite sad to see them go.
Dom was waiting for call from her parents, but alas they did not phone and with a wicked sense of humour Sarah would call her if she left the room and tell her, her phone was ringing. Of course it was not and Dom would run to her phone only to see a blank screen. She fell for it every time. I was tempted to miss call her but could not be that cruel.
We left to drop them at the chosen drop off point but I got a bee in my bonnet to go and see if I could find a new pair of cargo pants and tops for work – but I had no shoes on. My friend Rose will laugh at this as she hardly ever wears shoes and I have made more than one comment about how she had better make sure she wears shoes when she visits. All I had on was a pair of socks as I was not planning to get out of the car when we left to drop the girls. Note to self….always be prepared like a good girl scout.
While we were shopping, the girls lift finally arrived and I hope Seth did not notice the state of my missing shoes. As Sarah told me he is quite a hottie and I can still appreciate a good looking human. I mean I may be old but I am not dead.
I left the shop to go and help them grab their things. Bernadette was in the queue to pay for the clothing so she said her good byes to the girls. As I opened the boot of my car, did I not feel a right fool? In my car boot were my white beach slops! I quickly put them on and bade the girls goodbye told Seth that he had better driver carefully and returned to the shop to claim my new additions to my very meager wardrobe.
As is always the case, these electronic systems always cause a problem and after swiping my debit card several times before the shop attendant accepted that we would have to go and draw cash from the ATM. Why is it that the shop attendants think that if it didn’t work the first three times, it will magically just come right and if they rub your card against their shirt a magic genie will suddenly appear and grant them their every wish!
Quite frustrated and ready to just leave our choices at the counter and walk away, Bernadette who is normally the impatient one refused to be defeated by electronic demons and we walked to the ATM to draw the money for our purchase.
I should have guessed that the week would be a difficult one just from trying to purchase goods! You know that feeling of doom that hits us and we deny or primal instincts. ..............
Well that is for another time when I have run out of stories!
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