What a fab weekend. But how can I expect anything different from beautiful Cape Town.
We had money thrown (oh I wish), ok owed to us because our increases only stepped in, in June. So I took all that extra money (after I saved and covered all my expenses) and went crazy in Tygervalley on Saturday. See, doesn’t this just look fab!
We celebrated my dad’s 60th birthday last weekend. It was quite a big thing. No wait, that is actually and under-statement. It was a HUGE affair! My dad is the first of the men in his family to reach the good age of 60. My granddad (I never had the privilege to meet him. I would have loved too) passed away around the age of 45. My uncle passed away round about age 52. My dad’s cousin had 3 brothers and they all passed away fairly quickly after each other before their late 50’s. You get the idea hey?
Any way. We had a wonderful dinner at The Hollow Tree in Bellville. I felt so loved. My parents organised my own sugar free pumpkin puffs and my mommy made me a sugar free dessert too!
When everyone arrived and we are trying to figure out exactly what the timeline of events should be, they all turn to me and say “well, you have to speech on your dad”. My sister said “ I am doing the toast and you (me) the speech”. Well I have been taken by surprise. I did not prepare anything.
Nervous and not sure of what to say I followed my heart. PR (for those who don’t know, this stands for Public Relations) is in my blood so I never back away from a speech. hehehe So I haven’t completed one sentence and both me and my dad were in tears. I just did not have the words to express my gratitude and how privileged I felt to still have my dad with me in a very healthy condition and still so full of life (metaphorically and literally!) .So after shedding what felt like liters of tears I struggled through my thoughts and words and gave my dad the words he deserve. It was only the best!
It was an evening to remember with good friends, family and lots of fun.
The weekend was over way to soon. On our way back in the plane I heard this little girl ask her dad loads of questions. I chipped in and explained that my ears always ache with the lift off and landing. And then..she.did.not.stop.talking! That should teach me a lesson, but it took my mind off the flight.
I have always been fond of flying, but lately not so much. We had a bit of bad (VERY BAD in my mind) turbulence the Friday evening and I felt like the hulk trying to squash something. Luckily it was just the arm rest. I was “blessed” with some turbulence on our way back as well, BUT I got some lovely shots of the snow and clouds. This little girl and I were discussing the probability of walking on the clouds. We have established that we will fall through on the thin ones but not the thick ones... I doubt if either one will work.
Speak to you soon...or sooner