25/09/2024
Riding the waves in Jumanji
The land at the edge of beyond that bears a fruitful, not four, but five whole seasons in a day.
Dawn creeps open just a sliver of an eyelid, while breathing pure icicles upon thee.
One dare not tiptoe to the coffee station without severe armour.
Midmorning brings an abrupt burst of SUMMER, boom!
Optimistically I don dainty whimsical attire and barely there sandals and off I go, like an elastic band escaping a stack of lawyer’s court files. Winding and turning in an attempt to get my bearings, rather like wandering a strange abode in the darkest midst of a night. Ah, that looks familiar, perhaps we are HERE? Says I to the now hysterical troupe of monkeys in my head.
There’s no traffic here, is there? Except when one wishes to exercise a distant memory of parallel parking in a terribly short block. Oh and then the 3rd season pounced BANG, midly wintery, no not mild – icy stuff it is.
We ventured out to the Sku Boat Club, where we enjoyed the higgledypiggledy very humourous signs – not humerus.
We watched buck prance silently across the golf course and took Queen Jacqueline the First to bite the seawater, we trust that there is more of that where it came from, as that was quite fun.
We’ve had half the province come and peep at our thatched lapa that was conjoined to a patio cover by a rocket scientist, I mean, who else would attempt oil and water? On cannot, not on this planet anyhow, force natural fibre to obey the laws of physics, or is that building practicalities?
The funny thing about giving things is that the takers take many moons to collect and expect to be guided in from the outer stratospheres. Considering I know not wherefore art I, and the other half of the time, remember not what or which day it is supposed to be….
We waltzed under the chandeliers in Bathurst.
Boxes have been reduced from EVERYWHERE to some in shelves and some out on the deck.
As we had to hack our way through the other Amazon in order to be granted WIFI, the immediate outdoors do rather resemble a mime concert, with bare limbs in limbo.
Exhausted, with a severe dose of cabin fever and very terribly keen to tie all this up so that we can get out there and begin living. Port Alfred Residents Group