This is a run-of-the-mill-one about what’s happening in my life. Some of you might likely find it boring, but I’m trying to write at least three times a week as part of my therapy and frankly, I can’t be witty and all sparkling-unicorn-personality all the time.
Tuesday night I saw Elena for the last time as my nail therapist. Seeing as I was officially her final client, I decided to have my nails done in tribute to her. I give you all The Final Curtain, the Encore being the sushi we had afterwards.
As with Chanté, Elena and I have made a promise to see each other at least once a month.
While the rest of the world refers to May 1st as May Day, we South Africans refer to it as Workers’ Day. Ironic when you think it is a day where (most) gainfully employed folks don’t actually work.
Yesterday was a day spent with good company. Harriet treated me to brunch at a place in an obscure little side street that I’ve been wanting to go to for ages called Carola Ann’s. The menu is not extensive, but Oh. My. Word, the food is incredible! And as an added bonus I had the best spiced Chai Latte of my life, which I didn’t take a picture of. When I go back, I’ll remember.
Even though the selection was limited, I had a tough time deciding what I wanted. In the end I opted for a Green Veggie Bowl and Harriet for a Carola Ann’s breakfast, and a Mocha. Few things satisfy this Misfit as much as a properly poached egg and while this one still doesn’t beat The Silvertree Restaurant in Kirstenbosch National Botanical Gardens; it ranks second on my list.
The late afternoon was spent with Eleanor and Nathan as I haven’t seen them in a while. Nathan braaied some chicken and chops for us and I made us an interesting green salad. After we’d eaten (Yours Truly way more than she should have!) Nathan went to play tennis with a mate, and Eleanor and I caught up on what’s been potting the past fortnight while the boys kept themselves entertained with Lego with babysitter Wreck It Ralph keeping a close, watchful eye. Somewhere during the evening Eleanor also made a quick lemon cheesecake.
Tonight, it’s another legs session with Steve. After only 6 PT sessions (and this is the only gym I’ve done), I can already see a difference in my arms and thighs. Harriet says my posture has improved too, which I’m glad about. Next week I have my final two sessions and then I’ll have to take a decision as to whether I will continue PT or not. I’m honest though, I don’t push myself hard enough and I sometimes give up too easily.
On the subject of giving up… If I don’t stop writing now, I’m going to be late for gym.