There is magic in the water, and that's where I need to be. I've been kicking through the dusty desert for far too long. Well never mind, on the 4th I received a beige brown envelope and in it a short message on the Brebner letterhead. Just an officious statement to say that work (pay really) won't continue beyond this month. Reaction? Ambivalence.
That has turned to relief and even flights of happiness.
Today I was thinking about flying to the Amazon and staying in a camp with Natalie Seddon (a doctor of Zoology who studied at Cambridge). What better place to experience the fullness of life. Do I dare to provide the other half of that sentence. In our TUT today, on Waiting for the Barbarians we discussed the real possibility of the ending of the Empire. It's imminent, and it;s likely to be associated with a holocaust. Each day that it does not happen is a day to be treasured. And I wonder whether it is not the best place to be spending these days in forests teeming with soon to be extinguished life. To see the sky filled with parrots, the soil thick with leaves and worms and monkeys and snakes.
I'll be moving out of my slot in the Circus that is Brebner hostel by the end of this month. My training will go up a gear, and I will be able to dedicate myself to my studies and more particularly to my writing. I have 2 immediate job offers, one from a Chinese school and one from Quintiles. I would really prefer to be a free agent for all of October, but then I suspect that might be the beginning of a long jobless summer.
Learn to surf in Bali, or Jeffrey's Bay and write about it.? Go on a tour of Swaziland (somewhere I have never been), or Mozambique, or Kozi Bay, or some desert backwater.
I have piles of tests and projects to mark, and the deadline is much earlier this term. I've also been told today that my name was not copied from a handwritten list to a typed shortlist for advanced users (I am probably the most advanced person at the school in terms of computer literacy). But never mind.
After this weekend I will be flying from one coast of the country to another and it will all be behind me. Now to embrace what is right here, before me.
A braai on Saturday night and delirium in between.
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