An Auntlet of Memories…

There is some unwritten rule that says you’re not supposed to have favourites where family members are concerned. Well, if a former British Prime Minister could favour her one twin above the other, I can surely have a favourite aunt, and even though she traded her earthly shell for her angel wings this past Monday after a short battle with liver cancer, Aunty Cathy will always live on in my heart and memories.

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What’s the Worst Thing You can Step on in the Dark?

It’s not been the best week, so I’m grateful that it is Friday. Monday is the start of a new week and a new month. Historically February isn’t a good month for me; it brings with it many reminders that trigger deep bouts of sadness within me, but at least I know to expect them, right?

Anyhow, the inspiration for today’s post, comes from one of the pages I follow on Facebook. It had a post up today posing the question: What’s the worst thing you can step on in the dark?

I can think of quite a few things…

A really bad one for me would probably be one of those hairy rain spiders we get in the Garden Route of South Africa…

…or a (Cape) cockroach, or a Parktown Prawn. In fact, stepping on anything insect or arachnid is enough to give me the willies. Have you ever looked at a cockroach up close? They have little barbs on their feet that hook on your skin if they walk on you. I swear, I threw up in my mouth just thinking about it. I know there is probably a scientific answer for this, but do cockroaches actually serve a purpose? Other than freaking the shit out of people, and surviving a nuclear holocaust, I mean.

Other gross things I wouldn’t want to step in regardless of the colour of the sky outside are any things that smells bad. I retch at the mere whim of sour dairy products. My goddaughter, Lily-Rose was still a teeny tot when I was bouncing her on my knee, and she puked all over me. I handed the teary-eyed little one back to her mother and hauled ass to the bathroom where I myself chucked up. I spent the rest of the day in my dressing gown, because I didn’t have another spare change of clothes, and I avoided even picking Lily-Rose up again. Dog shit is another thing I hope I never step into with bare feet. I remember stepping in it with takkies (SA colloquialism for ‘sneakers’) as a child and not wanting to wear them again, despite them having been laundered in the washing machine.

If you think stepping on a Lego is sore, you’re an amateur. In South Africa, we have thorns called duwweltjies.

They belong with the higher classification of the ‘puncture vine’, which in my opinion, is accurate; when you step on one, it not only punctures the sole of your foot (sometimes through your shoes if the soles aren’t think enough), but your whole body winces for a second. They hurt so badly, even the dogs walk on three legs if they step on one.

Come to think of it, after watching Bones reruns for the umpteenth time, I’d rather step on any of the above, rather than human remains – the odour of the putrefaction will have me vomiting out an entire week’s lunch, the maggots might have spider or roach friends (or both!) and I’m likely to fall face first into a jab of thorns.

BONES: L-R: Emily Deschanel and Tamara Taylor in the “The Secret in the Service” episode of BONES airing Thursday, May 26 (8:00-9:00 PM ET/PT) on FOX. ©2016 Fox Broadcasting Co. Cr: Patrick McElhenney/FOX

Declutter, or Hoarding WILL Happen…

I am extremely humbled; a psychotherapist friend in Bristol in the UK asked me to be a contributor for her practice’s website. My first article is available to read here. I shall write for her as required, from my own perspective as someone with depression, on various topics. It is a tremendous privilege to be part of a project like this, knowing that my stories may help others who are struggling.

As I was writing the published article, it got me thinking about other aspects of lockdown and how they’ve affected me.

I said to Eliza the other day that I am starting to hoard stuff, and it is scary. I know that hoarding is linked to certain mental illnesses, including depression.  To quote a short excerpt from an article I found online: “The term hoarding refers to a psychological disorder whereby an individual refuses to discard things that they own. The person holds a firm belief that they will eventually need these items for some reason.”

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I’m Still Here…

I have had a buggered back for ages, but for the last ten days, I had debilitating pain as I’ve never experienced before. I couldn’t walk – I shuffled; I couldn’t stand up from a seated position without crying in pain. It was dreadful.

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Argh!!!!!!

I said to The Bean this morning, “It’s Monday”, and her response was, “No, it’s Thursday” to which I further stated, “It’s a Monday because there was a break in the week.”

Holy crap on sleet, snow and burnt toast! Just after seven this morning I got a heads-up that I may be walking into a shitstorm when I arrived at the office. Turns out that an attempt to aid a colleague confused her and had her here until after eight last night – on a public holiday. I apologised and she was understanding, but nevertheless, the day pretty much has gone downhill from there and I am over it. Seriously. Fucking. Over. It!

Thank goodness we are closing for our summer break tomorrow, because I don’t know how much more strain I can take. I am beyond exhausted, both mentally and physically. Aside from the pressure at work, I am gatvol of Covid-19. While I am not a big fan of the beach, I do enjoy a swim in the sea during my holiday; the beaches are now closed to swimmers, but open to surfers and fishermen. I wonder how the virus discerns between the different beachgoers.

I don’t have much planned for my holiday, other than spending some time with my folks and popping out to the farm to see Shayla-Rae, her mum, her hubby and my Goddaughter, Mouse. I will be able to spend some time in the pool there too, which is a win.

Anyway, I’m off to make myself a cup of Rooibos tea, because if I drink coffee and someone further pisses on my parade, I may just klap them.

I promise that my next post will be a non-rant.

December – a Time for Challenges and Holiday Escapes

I’ve been a bit quiet blogging-wise. It’s that time of the year when the days flow into one another. I’ve missed two opportunities for #MoodboardMonday. Hopefully I’ll get back into it soon.

Today marks the beginning of a new month. With 2020 being as unpredictable as a hormonal woman on a bad period without her wine supply, I wondered if we’d ever see December. The world has been completely turned on its head, with people having strong opinions about the realness of the Coronavirus and the lockdowns attached to it. Honestly, I’m over it and by it I mean 2020 and the Coronavirus. Add to it that everyone is just gatvol, and you have a ticking time-bomb waiting to go kaboom!

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Moodboard Monday: Blue

There are varied psychological interpretations as far as the colour blue is concerned, based on this article by Very Well Mind. Where are you on the spectrum?

Friday the 13th has nothing on Monday the 16th. Today I can do blue for #MoodboardMonday because what a day it has been already. Good grief!

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