Cold Snap

It's been a bizarre weekend. And an eye opener. It's pure luck that my father has left for Madagascar, meaning I am a little more mobile, aka less stressed. Having the bakkie means I can do the remaining trips to move stuff. So far I just need to sandpaper, paint and move the computer desk, move in the TV and TV table, computer chair, and...a few other odds and ends.

After my last post, which was decidedly blue, the sun came out, and yellowed things out a bit. For starters, despite being co-ordinator for a mini Fietstoer reunion, I really just wanted to go home and not even turn up. I went though and mellowed out a lot. The company was good, and the alcohol helped. Was also nice being out with Fransa again. She's a lot of fun and can talk (nonsense he he) to anyone.

I felt like a corpse on death row the next morning, but the omens were good to me. At school Mr Taylor revealed 'the big surprise'. For the whole school day the kids were treated to Kwaito music - a concert on the main hockey field.

On Saturday I went cycling on my own - Yvonne cancelled due to a cold anmd a wedding, Elzanne had violin practise, Bianca didn't get back to me (and I don't think she has a bike yet), Riette said she was tired, Berendine went spinning in the gym, Benedictus and PJ slept late or something.
So I went off and it was quite cold and windy. Appropriately so I think I should say. Suited my mood.
Cycled 50km, and found, at Radar Hill, my back tyre was almost completely flat. First puncture in about 2000km. Since I am so used to not getting punctures I didn't even pack in a spare tube (I usually do). I just slotted in a CO2 cartridge (first time I've ever used one, but once helped someone else use mine) and watched it supercool the valve - everything went a snowy white and wheel went rock hard.

I managed to cycle up to the Shell garage in Bayswater before it went completely flat again. Might mhave made it home if I didn't get an sms from Ben saying he was going to a party with Justus and Christie in Johannesburg and did I want to come. Crazy! So pumped it up at Shell and made it to Brebner just as the tyre gave its last gasp of air.

Yesterday I also installed the security door - much bashing. And met Lee, and chatted about the DVD and the tour. Nice guy, very straightforward - not pretentious at all. While at House of Coffees one of the Brener teachers approached us. Mrs Greyling, Prof. Greying (head of English Department's wife) chatted a bit - for some reason I felt quite nervous. Lee and I went to fetch San Marie's camera and met her horsie again.

I actually needed Ben to be in Bloem this weekend because I wanted to get cracking with all the images. Benedictus doesn't seem to know how to burn cd's or have photo editing software. I asked him to leave a cd in his postbox before he left for Jburg but he must have forgotten. So I've continued on with the DVD in the meantime, without the additional footage - I think Doc's and Porter's.

Then I quickly went to Veritas to watch the last bit of the Cairo to Cape Point DVD. Was interesting to see how that was done. Basic, but quite clean. Not much dialogue though. Also met Bok's sister who was on the cover of GQ UK. When I started talking to her the entire room went quiet. Quite scary. Guess people are very aware that I'm Mr. Casanova. Lock your daughters away!

After that I went to Framsa's brother to fetch the TV and eat yummy potjiekos. Went home for a frolick (since dad's away) - Madonna's latest album is awesome making out music.

This weekend I have been busy on the DVD (now at Day 9 - with 3 to go), and moving stuff. There just doesn't seem enough time in the day for everything.

Still haven't started on 'The Importance of Being Earnest'. And need to do prep before going to bed. And church. And gym. And sleep...