November Is Here

A new months already, and I can’t believe that I have been in Cape Town already two months and a half. Time really flies.
Good news: I have got an ADSL line at my flat now; it seems that Telkom does get around to installing them after all. It took them long enough.

This morning started with me, on the payphone, holding for a long time for the ADSL helpline, mercifully on a Tollfree number. I registered a complaint and went through the motions, thinking of the exercise as another dead end. As it happened, I got a call in the afternoon. The technician said he will be there between four and five. At five two guys arrived, at five thirty it was all done!
I was impressed with the technicians but not that much with Telkom.
Another peg in MY grounds. All I need now is an ADSL modem, then I will be at large on the net.

The ex hasn’t emailed today. He is probably stuck up to his neck in trouble, with month end and all that. Petrol price is coming down this month as well, and this adds a little bit more spice to his pot.

I tried to get some errands done in Town today. It turned out that I need a roadworthy test for the car before it is registered in my name, and since my friend Derek is using the car from 7:30 until late at night, it will be difficult to arrange the roadworthy for this week.
Maybe next week, when Husband is here?

I walked from Town to the traffic department in Green Point. On the way I passed by a furniture shop and browsed for couches and other stuff. I need almost everything for my flat still. A guy at the reception came up to me and claimed that my face looks familiar, and didn’t I go to the Belville Branch. I said to him, no, I never went to Belville at all.
He insisted – of course it is the least imaginative pickup line in the world, but he killed it with trying. He wanted my cell phone number, but I asked for his (my famous counter-strategy ) – When I took my phone out to store his number, his brain-dead comment was: “oh, that’s like my mother’s phone” – great man, I already thought I was old enough to be your mom.
In any case, just in case a cape Town chick is reading this
His name is Wesley and his number is : 072 4625978. He lives in Belville. He is not bad looking but unfortunately I am looking for somebody a little older, who can make better use of his grey cells.

I spent the evening with Jackie and her cat. We watched reality TV, and gossiping during ad breaks. She cooked a lovely meal for us. Details in the food chart.

Food Chart:

Breakfast :
Nectarine, orange, Oaties and Milk, a toasted sandwich ( two pieces of whole-wheat bread, cheese, tomato and onion ) – Cup of coffee, which I did not finish because I was in a hurry to go out and complain about Telkom.

Lunch :
New York Deli day-old ( R 7.00 = 1 Eur ) : Bagel-Sandwich: Smoked salmon and cream cheese, with salad and pickles. Two glasses of sangria ( passion fruit ) .

Snacking :
Decaf coffee in a 500ml plunge, with two chococchino coconut biscuits, and three marshmallows. I also had an apple and a pear during the day.

Supper:
Which I enjoyed at my friend’s Jackie’s: Spaghetti Bolognaise (divine) followed by tea with milk and sugar.

Work Chart:
Received correspondence from Cape Town agency – they will only pay today.
Follow up on car registration – horribly overdue.

Play Chart:
Visiting Jackie and watching survivor Palau ? – Intriguing
A couple of games of Kaiodai.

Music feed:
Radio 2000
Song choice: Look Away – by Big Country ( A one hit wonder – you will not remember that unless you were a teenager in the eighties ) This is the second reference to my age in this blog oops.
Or: Two out of three aint bad by Meatloaf.

Useful item of the day:
An ADSL modem – because I don’t have one yet.
My flat comfortable shoes I bought years ago in Sharjah, because I walked a long way today, and did not pay in blisters.

Selected chores:
A load of bathtub washing, which is now waiting for a wink from Cape Town’s stingy sunshine. The wind will probably dry the washing first.

Useless information of the day:
In Cape Town you pay for your car registration more than double what you pay in other provinces. It cost here R 279.00 versus only R 129.00 in the Eastern Cape.

Remembering A Friend

Portia,

My young sister all full of faith, dreams, and love.

Today you departed this world, too soon. Your too short life, snuffed out in a moment.

You left us with too many questions.
To whom have you left your little child, still crying for your breast milk?
How could you leave your inconsolable husband with whom your happiness was just about to unfold?
Your mother and sisters who depended on you?
What about us, your friends? Why did you leave us?

I remember your tender caring. I remember your tireless efforts in helping the needy and grieving of your community. I remember the collections you made for the sorrows of others.
Now they will grieve for you. How is that possible, when you had so much to live for?

The last time we spoke, you were on the crest of your future. You have almost realized your dreams. There was a baby to look forward to, and soon a home to build with its father.
Ironically today in one breath of desperate news – I heard of the baby, the marriage and your passing.

What murdered the sweet gentle girl, who spoke so softly of love? Whose faith shone from the depth of her heart? What happened? What took you from us so soon?
Was it those murderous headaches you always complained about? Was your untimely death ticking away somewhere in the recesses of your skull – waiting to snatch you?
Were you ill? Was it a violent accident that nobody is talking about?
Were you in pain?

All I know is that I lost a sister. We once hugged, shared jokes, and work burdens.
I listened to your dreams and your prayers.

Your place in church will be empty this Sunday, your friends will pray alone; God has chosen you away from us.
Now there is only the cold comfort of resignation; we will console ourselves; you are on the side of the angels, you were too gentle and good for this cruel world anyway.
We will accept your passing – but we will never understand.

Farewell my beautiful sister. I pray that you have found the warm light of peace you were rushing for. I hope you can look down on us and smile.
I hope that your fleeting visit to the world has given you some happiness, because you gave us plenty of joy and love.
I will always remember you.