A bit of an odd one. It seemed busy, but still rather relaxed. The jobs list was approached, but not really ever adequately dealt with, meaning a chore-related hangover for next weekend.
There were two braais, although neither of them were the one we thought we were going to. There was beer, gin, vodka and there was wine, although it wasn’t actually one of those weekends.
There were two seven hour playdates, leaving the kids happy, but broken.
There was a spot of flying, but not as much as I wanted and not where I wanted. I need to find an accurate map of just what is owned by Table Mountain National Park and what isn’t. I need details.
South Africa has 2,798 km of coastline, but the vast majority around us seems to be owned by TMNP. Their no-fly rule (which I’ve stated before that I completely accept) still proves limiting.
Anyway – photos:
…because one should always make the best of a bad situation.
And so to bed. Well, not quite. There is some football to catch up on and some brandy to add to the list of beverages above.
Because all’s well that ends well, right?
Weekends, hey? They’re great.
In fact, the only issue with weekends is their blatant lack of length. Two days. Two. That’s all you get for slogging your arse off for the rest of the week. It seems distinctly unfair. It is distinctly unfair. It’s rubbish.
I took a step back and tried to look at this two day weekend concept with fresh eyes. It still looked unfair and rubbish, but I wasn’t about to give up on my dream of changing the status quo, even if just for a short while.
What if… what if you were to add a day to the weekend, extending it from two days to three days? That’s a 50% increase. I’ve found that Friday seems to be a good day for this, so what I’ve done is added Friday to my weekend this week.
But wait, there’s more. It was as I sat back, basking in my success, that I realised that three days was actually also a bit crap. Still below that threshold of “half the week”, which sits at three and a half days. But what to do? Simples. Add another day. If you add Monday to the weekend mix as well, it has several pleasing effects:
1. It now means that your weekend numbers four days. That’s a full 100% increase on the previous, “normal” duration of the weekend.
2. Four days is more than three and a half days. I’d cracked the “more than half the week” thing.
3. The week which I took the Friday from was now just four days long. That’s the same length as my weekend. AND…
4. The week which I took the Monday from was also now just four days long.
That’s two four day weeks, separated by a four day weekend.
This is how life should be.
I know that not everyone will have the luxury of constructing a four day week/four day weekend/four day week megacombo. So here’s my offer to you. You may – should you so choose – live vicariously through me. Because I’m doing it and I’m starting
And I’m going to take photos.
… and actually that’s it. What on earth were you expecting?
It’s been a busy weekend, Chez 6000. Loads of little niggly jobs got done, which was great, but niggly.
What’s left of the garden (remember those water restrictions?) got a bit of much-needed attention. It’s looking good (ish) all things considered.
We planted a lemon tree, because when life gives you a lemon tree, you… plant it. Especially as it’s not very water wise, so there will be nothing to make lemonade out of anyway.
United scraped home against a 9-man Shrewsbury Town. Eish.
We braai’ed and, as is usual when we braai, I drank ever so slightly too much red wine.
I’m going to order a drone tomorrow. I think the pain of Lily needs to be exorcised.
No puffadders this time, although there was a Cape Mole Rat (Georychus capensis) carcass on the beach near that puffaddery spot. Maybe it had been puffaddered…
Elsewhere in the pics, more startrails efforts (I still think I’m getting better, slowly), a beagle, some (or more) rainbow shots and a scorpion which got instagrammed.
And then this:
I’ve posted many Suiderstrand sunsets on Flickr and on here before, but up until now, absolutely none of them had featured the Heavy Lifting Vessel Xiang Rui Kou. I’m happy to say that this heinous omission has now been rectified. More of the Xiang Rui Kou on Flickr via the link below.
Oh – and it’s full of elephant photos too.
Here’s the link…
Nursed a hangover.
Collected the kids.
Went to a braai.
Missed the football.
Drank some beer.
Saw the cricket. 🙁
Walked the beagle.
Hung some biltong.
Watched La Liga.
Wrote a listy blog post.
How was yours?