Not getting done

I have several jobs that need to get done. Nothing urgent, but they need doing (they’re arguably even more pressing after yesterday’s write off).

They’re not getting done.

And then I saw this:

It resonated.

The thing is, most of these things that need to get done could actually fit into the “minor chores” category rather neatly. Which in itself means that the four horsemen above can also work against one another.

Seriously, you’re properly lucky to be even getting a blog post today, such is the lack of energy and impetus around these parts at the moment.

I was a stand-in teacher today

A 7:30am call from the headmaster informing me of sick teachers and – as a consequence – a shortage of staff, saw me racing to school to join Year 5 on their visit to Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens.

And, despite the rain and the fact that there were 27 (twenty-seven) 10 and 11-year-olds excited to be out and about away from school for the morning, it wasn’t such a bad experience.

I mean, I couldn’t do it every day (and I have the utmost admiration for those who can and do), but I survived with barely a scratch, before heading home for a late-midday brandy, and then a post lunch brandy ahead of my regular afternoon brandy.

I’m fine. Fine.

Thanks for asking.

Glorious

If yesterday was a bit warm a bit suddenly, weatherwise, today has been absolutely glorious from the get-go. Temperatures have even been excitedly prodding the 33°C mark this afternoon, so we decided to go to a lab and do lab work.

Yep. Needs must and the need today was for the boy to get some practical work done ahead of a couple of very busy weeks leading up to the Eskom Expo International Science Fair.

He has an entire project to do – to ISF standard – in two weeks. And that’s with other commitments including (but not limited to) er… school, Scouts, an orienteering competition, two Dodgeball Academy sessions, two Expo meetings, a rendezvous with an astronaut (yes, really) and a partridge in a pear tree.

Issa lot.

Of course, we’ll support and help where we can, but this is his baby and he needs to get it right through to adulthood in the next fortnight.

Right now, he’s just frantically changing nappies.

Death by run

I was going to have a nice, gentle, controlled session at the gym this morning, but then I was asked to sort out an ailing cellphone and suddenly there wasn’t really time to get there before the parking (always an issue on Friday) would have been totally filled.

Still, lovely morning, so why not take advantage of the spring sunshine and go for a little 5km jog around the block(s)?

Well, having done a little 5km jog around the block(s), I now have a number of reasons. And the spring sunshine is one of them.

When I left home, it was 14°C. When I got back, it was 27°C.

I wasn’t gone that long. It just got very warm, very quickly.

I have no issue with running in the heat, as long as I know that I’m going to be running in the heat. (There are limits.)
I was not expecting this heat. This heat did not help.

Next up, football on Tuesday night. The most energetic game I have played in a long, long while. And while I had a lovely time, and we won a tight, frantic, occasionally bad-tempered game, sweet mother of beagles, I’ve been hurting since then. Upon awakening this morning, I thought I’d moved on and recovered, but within 500m of starting my run, it became clear that I was mistaken. Things were still quite broken. A sensible individual would have sensibly admitted defeat and returned home, sensibly.

I kept going.

And then there was Forest Drive, 650m of road during which you gain (or lose, I suppose, but not in this case) over 100m of altitude. A challenge on any day. It seemed longer, steeper, higher today. That’s probably because I donated blood on Wednesday morning. Usually, I’m back up to speed within 24 hours. That clearly hasn’t happened this time. There was a dramatic shortage of oxygen, not helped by the increasing heat (see above).

A sensible individual would have… ah, never mind.

I finished a hideous five point something with a 6:28 average. Dreadful, and I feel no better for it.

I will take these things into consideration next time, not least delaying repairing cellphones until after I have safely – and gently – gymed.

I’m physically damaged and I need to go to bed.

Danger

via my Dad, a link to this site.

The 25 Most Dangerous Cities In The World For Travelers

And yep, there’s Cape Town, in at number five, brushing shoulders (and soldiers?) with war zones across the Middle East and drug cartel hotspots in Central and South America. ¡Ay, caramba!

Heady company indeed.

One of the other major issues in Cape Town which isn’t mentioned above (although which is actually clearly visible in the shot) is the fact that the horizon slopes wildly from right to left here, and there’s a very real danger of falling off the side of the world. This is an concern of which the local residents are well aware – that’s why a lot of us drive 4x4s for the extra grip – and not one that affects any other city on the planet.

For the record, I did travel through the city alone and at night just yesterday, and I’m still here, but it’s clear that this was solely down to good luck, much like every other time I’ve done it.
Incidentally, the photo above, of Sea Point was clearly taken by a very tall person under safe, controlled conditions: in a group and during the day.

No-0ne is denying that crime is a problem in SA, although the statistics certainly don’t back up this alleged “spike” in the crime rate. You’ll miss out on an awful lot by avoiding Cape Town (although not so much by just avoiding it at night and alone), and I’m happy to report that both official numbers and anecdotal evidence suggests that very few people have taken notice of this silly list.