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Sunday, September 15, 2019

patience | pigeon


I woke up before The One this morning and I had a rare chance to watch him while he slept. I cannot remember being as serenely happy in a long time, long time. He is my anchor and my safe place, and when he is around nothing can go wrong

Two weeks ago I would have killed for the pleasure of having him next to me in bed.

And so, I can attest to the fact that all good things come to those who wait, even though I didn't have much of a say in the matter. The universe takes care of us but sometimes it is rough about it.

Our ageing bed and mattress have both become pretty uncomfortable and my love moved around a lot, trying to find a less painful position to lie in. He snored a bit and mumbled some, a thing he's been doing more and more of late. 

I never understand what he says.

Anyway, after an hour or so the bed was starting to break my back too and I was glad when he woke up.

Our day got underway, me trying to save patches of the parched garden with with a bit of water, and The One inside with his music and later outside, too, hanging out the washing.

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I spotted a homing pigeon in the driveway while toiling in the dusty garden and I called The One over to come and see it. It had a red ring on its right foot and it did not seem to feel threatened by us.

I threw it a handful of budgie seed, trying to get a close-up photo of its iridescent feathers. It greedily pecked at the tiny seeds until Lizz chased it off, trying to catch it.



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Tuesday, September 10, 2019

found!



It was still dark on Monday morning when The One and I dragged an old box out into the street in which we'd put our week's garbage. After I left for work The One patrolled to see if he could spot our bin.

After a while, he saw it standing in the next-door neighbours' yard.

He made himself some coffee and had a couple of fags while staked out the neighbours, waiting for them to take the bin into the street to be emptied. His patience was rewarded when the man did just that. He told me that he confronted the thief point-blank and demanded to know why he had stolen our bin. Apparently, the man was quite taken aback and simply said that his own bin was missing so he had just grabbed the closest one last week Monday.

This is a member of the Tshwane Metro Police, no less. You'd think someone in his position would know better than to steal his neighbour's bin. Perhaps that is just another indication of the soaring level of corruption in this country.

So, The One grabbed our bin and put it in front of our gate. Then he went to have a lie-down to calm down.

It looks like the nasty kids next door used the poor bin for target practice. Those undisciplined hooligans are forever yelling, banging, throwing and being all-round nuisances. They probably hadn't seen a bin before if you look at the state of their yard.

Anyway, it may not be the most beautiful bin in the street, but it is ours and I am so thankful that it has been returned in one piece. Since it was nabbed, I often wondered whether it was just somewhere down the street, in another city or even a different country... and all the time it had been just on the other side of the garden wall!

It sure is good to have The One back home.

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Saturday, September 07, 2019

happily ever after


This is day 21 of 21.

The One is back and my life is back to normal. I collected him from the airport this afternoon.

On the way back we decided to get something to eat at KFC, after which we were almost involved in a bad car crash when a guy jumped a red light. We were right in his path, but luckily he slammed on the brakes hard and managed to slide around the front of us without a scrape. Then he sped off. I was a bit shaky on rest of the way home.

I've had a little more time to get to know my new phone. I think I like it. A lot. The photo was taken with the selfie cam on the front and it looks quite good to me with the live focus effect.

The first thing my husband did when we had a smoke outside was to move the outside ashtray from under my patio chair. I had been using it in its impossible to reach position for weeks. Now that he is back, things in my life will make sense again. 

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gotta go home




Headin' for the islands
We're ready man and packed to go
Ooh
When we hit those islands
There's gonna be a big hello
Ooh
Diggin' all the sunshine
It's easy not to say goodbye
Bye, Bye, Bye

Headin' for the islands
Heyeah, We're really flyin' high
Ooh
Gotta go home, home, home
Gotta go home, home, home
Gotta go home, home, home
Gotta go home, home, home
Gotta go home
Ooh

Walkin' down the beaches
Tomorrow mornin' we'll be there
Ooh
Golden sandy beaches
Say, I can smell the breezy air
Ooh
One more celebration
And then we're ready for goodbye
Bye, Bye, Bye

Walkin' down the beaches
Heyeah, We're really flyin' high
Ooh
Gotta go home, home, home
Gotta go home, home, home
Gotta go home, home, home
Gotta go home, home, home
Gotta go home
Ooh

Going back home
Going back home
Going back home
Going back home

Gotta go home, home, home
Gotta go home, home, home
Gotta go home, home, home
Gotta go home, home, home
Gotta go home

Boney M

Friday, September 06, 2019

quickie


This is day 20 of 21.

The One's mom is desperately ill but he has decided to push through and come home. She will be well cared for by his sister in George where she'll be staying until she's better.

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This is just a quick update on my doings tonight... I'm pretty sure everyone is thoroughly fed up with three weeks of ranting and raving.

So, my Note 10+ arrived today, 5 minutes before I left work. I was anxious that it wouldn't come anymore  but then the poor courier guy explained that he had 29 phones to deliver for the day of which mine was only number 18. It would seem that there are crappier jobs out there than mine.

Good news - they gave me the colour that I had secretly set my heart on! It's named Aura Glow and it resembles the iridescent back of a CD. A wonder to behold.


I haven't played with the phone much because I've been preparing for the Big Clean tomorrow morning before The One returns. I did the bathroom and most of the kitchen; tomorrow I'll do a grocery run at dawn (thankfully Uitkyk opens at 5:00am) and then I must clean the bedroom and the mucky floors. And do as much of the washing as my time will allow.

My first impressions of the Note 10+ is very favourable. It is almost exactly the same size and weight as my Ultra but the screen is much larger, being virtually borderless. It seems very snappy and responsive.

Time to go and play with it some more, what.

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Thursday, September 05, 2019

frnxt ghrt sony gurm


This is day 19 of 21.

Slowly but surely.

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Things I require from a mobile phone: charm (and elegance), sturdy build, quality camera, spiffy performance. For those reasons, I am a die-hard Sony fan. The Japanese firm is a consistent industry leader in innovation and quality.

My sister had an Ericsson T20e (a brand later hoovered up by Sony) way back in the day and I was besotted with it. I still think it's one of the most charming phones ever made.


She gave me her GA628 when she got the T20e. I don't know if you remember, but it was the one with the changeable plastic face and antenna band. I guess that would have been my first "Sony". That mixed ringtone though!


As a young adult, I never had the means to purchase my own Sony, finishing hand-me-down after hand-me-down instead. Among others, I used up a Bosch 909 from my aunt, a Siemens A35 from someone else, a Nokia 7250i (from a guy at church - it's that long ago), and even a horrid LG Cookie (my first experience with touch-screen and stylus).


My favourite Nokia was the E65 that I bought with one of my first paychecks when I changed jobs, not long after The One and I met. What a beauty it was!


When I started at my current job in 2009, Blackberry was all the rage and The One and I decided it was high time we signed up for a contract. The thoughtful people at MTN gave us mobile numbers that only differ in one digit (which we still use to this day). BIS and BBM (both having died quiet deaths since) were great - if and when they worked.

We worked our way through a couple of Bolds, then Torches. When I was robbed of my Torch I had to go back to a measly Curve, but then Blackberry started going south and I finally had the opportunity to upgrade to a serious Sony smartphone. In 2013 The One and I both got Xperia Z Ultras; mine was white and his black, with matching flip covers. I truly enjoyed that phone. It was huge, utterly stylish and thoroughly dependable.

I still have it; sometimes I take it out to admire its unmatched elegance.


The One's Ultra was stolen with our car in 2015 and he decided to go a different route. At the time he said that if the phone hadn't been so huge, he would have taken it with him and it wouldn't have been nabbed along with the car.

Bygones.

Two years later when I could upgrade again, I faithfully waited three months for the Xperia XZ Premium to be released in South Africa. Although I missed the Ultra's big screen, the insane resolution (3840 x 2160 pixels, ~807 ppi density), its speed and its near-perfect build quality more than made up for its size.


Another two years later in 2017, I waited three months for the Premium's upgrade (the XZ2 Premium) to be released. Nobody (not even Sony) knew when it would arrive and I became impatient, downgrading to the XA1 Ultra instead. This is my current phone. Shamefully, I'd thrown such a tantrum on social media that MTN included a complimentary Bluetooth speaker with the deal to dulcify me.

While I am in love with the phone's size, the rest of it is just a bit of a dud. Like my previous Ultra, it is elegant in all respects... but that's all it has going for it. The camera would be halfway decent if it wasn't as slow as cancer. In fact, my biggest beef with the phone is its complete lack of any sense of urgency.


Also, I was unable to find a flip case for it, which I prefer for any phone - I hate carrying an unprotected phone around. I did order an official Sony flip cover on E-bay (at great expense), but it never arrived and the South African Post Office doesn't seem to know, or care, where it ended up. I was forced to buy one of those stupid silicone covers that only covers the back, and, to add insult to injury, it was only available in bright blue. 

It has been time to upgrade since July and back then I was genuinely looking forward to getting the new Xperia 1 with its slow-motion video camera and that unbelievable 4K OLED screen (1644 x 3840 pixels, ~643 ppi density). Now it's been two months and Sony is still keeping mum about when (and indeed if) the phone will ever be released here. Any questions about it on social media is automatically answered with an obtuse "We will keep you informed."


I have had enough. After the recent upheavals in my life, I need a little comfort and I have made up my mind to break my own rule of never owning a Samsung phone.

So, in the morning my Samsung Note 10+ will be delivered. The universe knows what colour it will be, but I suppose that any one of the four available ones will be fine (as long as it's not blue)


I've never been a great Samsung fan, purely because everyone seems to have one... just like everyone's driving a Hyundai these days.

I shall be non-conformist until they dig me in.

I'm going to miss the exclusivity of toting a Sony (and I will forever miss a dedicated camera button), but I just can't wait any longer.


Take that, Sony. Fix your shit.

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Wednesday, September 04, 2019

die stropers


This is day 18 of 21.

Almost there.

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Sometimes it helps to ease the pain of being alone when you immerse yourself in something; it still amazes me that you really can forget the real world.

I had a whole other post planned for tonight but then I found that my drunk alter ego left a DVD in the drive on my PC last night and I couldn't stop watching when I explored the disk.

So, I unexpectedly found myself watching a film which, apparently, I bought from takealot.com on the cheap - a local production called Die Stropers  (The Harvesters).


The blurb on the back of the DVD box reads,

"Janno's childhood comes to an end on the day his fiercely religious mother, Marie, brings home a manipulative street orphan, Pieter, to foster on their family's remote Free State cattle farm.

A psychological drama that premiered at the Cannes Film Festival, Die Stropers explores a new generation of Afrikaans youth as they struggle to come of age in South Africa today."

I expected an Afrikaans clone of Brokeback Mountain; however, my expectations were expertly guided down a different path. With hints of Treurgrond, BrokebackInxebaLand of MineJamón, Jamón, and even Let the Right One In, this is my kind of movie - one that inspires much thinking about. 

This is the fashion of book I want to write one day.

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