Saturday was the weirdest day in the planet's history. Okay, slight exaggeration, but it was weird because of a crazy confluence of events...so crazy that might have been scripted by someone from 7de Laan or Bold.
I guess it started off with sms' from a friend saying he is getting divorced, and then degenerated into Strep Throat which is OOOOW. Basically, if you don't treat it, in a worst case scenario it can develop into a flesh eating disease. That gives you some idea of what the bug is up to getting cozy in the pharynx. Chewing your soft tissue.
I woke up at 6am and was obviously really disappointed not to feel up to the Tour de Bloem.
Was contemplating what to have for lunch when dad arrived back from Botswana - after having being there for 5 days he saw a jackal and a gecko. But apparently well worth it.
I wasn't feeling so great so I went to lie down and then the phone and doorbell rang, shortly after which I heard a pitter patter of footsteps, and eventually got up to see Tammy plundering the bathroom.
Quite odd seeing her after 2 years, and she was I think quite surprised to see me too. It was a bit ironic that she came to visit on probably my worst and most disappointing day since being back.
As if that wasn't enough, I went to Mimosa later and spotted her sister Sam, someone I once couldn't get out of my head day or night, couldn't bare to be without, someone I cried over - and there she was, no different to anyone else, sitting behind apane of glass. I felt no pang, no chill, just a sense of recognition and dull confusion - "Should I go and say hello..." I didn't even complete the thought, and decide either way as I got caught up in another conversation. Some minutes later when I looked back she wasn't there. And I didn't care.
I had a great sense of having come a long way and covered many huge mountains to get to where I am now. Just a sense of peace and calm, and power. It is odd to see someone who is your whole universe, and then the tides turn and you don't even complete a thought on whether to approach them to ask "How are you?"
I was whacko though, as I ordered a cheesecake which somehow I think the Strep Throat ordered. Cheesecake is just the perfect bacterial brew to cultivate more.
It shows you how things can change.
It shows that you can thrive again even if at some time you may find yourself naked and alone.
It shows that there is some magic and trickery up the sleeves of this, our Intelligent Universe.
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