Let me explain…

They say that there are always two sides to every story. Here are my two sides to this one.

Yes, there’s a post which I said I would do, and I will. I haven’t yet, agreed, but I will.
The fact is that some posts deserve more attention and effort than others. They need to be done right. That’s not to say that I will always get them right, but I will do my best. The post in question – I feel – is one of those ones. And I refuse to put it on the blog until I’m happy with it. Or in this case, until I’ve at least started it.

I don’t want to build it up so much that it’s a massive anti-climax when it arrives, but really, it’s coming. Really.

Today wasn’t the day for that, though. Today was the day for weird weather; for getting up at 5:30, taking one child somewhere, coming home, taking the other child somewhere else, taking some really crap photos of Table Mountain, coming home, buying antibiotics, coming home and then watching the Monaco Grand Prix with several (or more) bottles of Castle Milk Stout and then braai’ing some steaks to perfection.

And I’m completely unashamed to have taken that route. Although, to be honest, I’d have liked to have taken it a little bit later.

A well-deserved early night is just around the corner, and I can hardly wait.

More tomorrow.

A bath

I worked damn hard at the Scout Hall Work Party this afternoon. I’ll be honest, it was pretty much all work and no party, so I’m not sure who came up with the name, but still. The mood was good and the place looks spick and span once again. Well done, all.

I came home exhausted, having waved my big chopper around for three hours. All I wanted this evening was a beer, a burger and a bath. And (in my mind, at least), I fully deserved all three.

The beer will come from the beer fridge, its temperature set slightly below the norm for general refrigeration purposes. Nice and icy. The burger will be provided by Tiger’s Milk via UberEats. Bacon will be involved.

That just leaves the bath. We’re not meant to bath in Cape Town. We still don’t have a lot of water to play with. Or bath in. But I got our rates bill this morning, and we’re still using just 55 litres per person per day. We’ve earned a bath for dad; his first in over three years.

Guys… I’m in a bath.

Which is why this is being typed on a steamy screen, with wrinkled fingers. A candle as my only light source (thanks, Mrs 6000), and Ólafur Arnalds on the Bluetooth speaker. The acoustics in here are fantastic.

I can feel the tension easing from my muscles (still not going to be able to walk tomorrow though). This was a great idea.

And hey, if you came here was that post, don’t fret: it’s coming. Already ¾ written in my head. I think it’s a good one. Soon, ok?

Judge

It’s been a fun day at the kids’ school, where I was helping to judge science projects this morning.

I have great news: the future of the scientific world is in safe hands. Whether it is adopting a certain diet to aid concentration in examinations (chocolate seemed to work well), testing to see how batteries deal with thermal stress (limited ill effects despite being deep frozen), or finding out how best to kill plants with household chemicals (vinegar > bleach, apparently), they’ve got it all covered.

There was no shortage of novel ideas and a great deal of enthusiasm around how to practically apply the work that they had done – especially the chocolate one. And I was really very impressed by the confidence of the kids during their interviews: well prepared, good clear answers, excellent eye contact, willing to elaborate. These guys were only 12 years old. It bodes well.

Tomorrow, my daughter takes her project in for display, but obviously, I don’t get to judge that one. Still, since it didn’t involve any chocolate, I don’t feel that I’m missing out too much.

No escape anymore

If I were to tell you all the stuff I got done this weekend, not only would you likely be amazed, you’d also be horribly bored.

Still, why do people come here if not for amazement and/or boredom?

It’s ok, I’m not going to bother you with the minutiae of my weekend activities. But I did get a lot done.

Look, it’s going to be a tough week. Mrs 6000 has gone down with mild Ebola,  6000 Junior starts his exams on Wednesday and Little Miss 6000 has a Science project due in on Thursday. All that on top of the usual school runs, extra-murals and general family life. I would ask if it ever gets any easier, but I’m pretty sure that I don’t want to hear the answer.

It used to be that during times such as these, one could take a few moments out to watch some football or go onto social media. But the football season is all but over, and social media is a shitshow of people fighting about the most trivial of things in the most immature of ways.

Am I right in thinking that once, it was possible for people to date one another civilly? That they would take the time to listen to the other person’s point of view, whether or not they then chose to agree with it? Or was this just some pipe-dream in the snatches of sleep I managed next to my apparently moribund wife last night?

I actually saw someone who was asking to be sent a screenshot of a tweet* so that she could be offended by it and respond on someone else’s behalf, over the weekend. Wow.

Is this really what we’ve come to?

Her echo chamber was very impressed.

I think I’d rather head back to sickness, science and several hours of revision. Thanks.

 

* The tweet in question was devastatingly hilarious and not at all offensive, as far as I was concerned, but sharing that viewpoint publically would be suicidal in the current climate

 

Sunday looks like fun

Actually, Sunday looks like the first “proper” Cape storm of the winter.

Light your fires, batten down your beagles.

Traditionally, a large area of low pressure sits some distance to the south of the country and swings a huge arm of heavy rain towards the south west corner of Africa. That didn’t happen much during the 2015-17 drought (at least it did, but the arm often didn’t quite make landfall).

This one is going to make landfall.

The rain isn’t falling hard, but the cold front is going to take a good 12 hours to pass over the Cape and so we should expect plenty of wetness, continuing into Monday morning. Strongest wind and rain seems likely to be Sunday evening: Windguru suggests 65kph and 13mm at 8pm.

I love this sort of weather. Sadly, the worst of it seems to be set to be in darkness, limiting the ‘togging opportunities, but at least there’s the rest of the winter to look forward to, right?