My friend Vicky said that a large swarm of bees came hurtling into her garden to buzz around a certain tree on Saturday. The next morning, they got up and left. Suddenly. As if they had finished their business in our strange town.
Where were they going? Why did they come? Together? In their thousands? Only to leave again?
I'm in New York this week, staying with my dear friends from home, Lara and Ross Tombs. Today is for decompressing, though - sxsw took the wind out of my sails. If anyone has any must-do's for me while I'm here, please send :)
I have eventually put up pictures from my trip to South Africa in December 03/January 04. Check out South African History Archives samples here. I especially like this one. We could do with reproducing it here in the US at the moment.
H, the new snowboarding champion of the universe, is back from Tahoe with only one lonely bruise on her neat behind. She had the best Valentine's Day ever - nil x pining, nil x false love joy, nil x sad for no secret admirers. For H, it was play time fantastique. She also learned how much she loves watching basketball and cuddling small, love-sponge doggies named Bonsai.
So I've decided to only make one new year's resolution (easier to remember, therefore heavier guilt factor). It is to write my first book. Yes, yes, I know what you're thinking, but I will really do it this time - and to give me some credit, it is the first time that I've made this particular resolution (I've given up on the 'look-like-britney-spears' and 'stop-drinking' resolutions because I'm young and I want to retain my sanity until I'm an old maid with 8 cats on her lap). I've also heard that it's best to make these resolutions public so that the millions of fans that read this blog can bug me about it daily. To the book, then. Ah, yes, the book.
it is raining in benoni - a beautiful present for this rain-starved country
last night I played christmas carols on the piano and we all sang round and round
(my fingers are weak and my sightreading weaker - I've told my mom to post my piano to palo alto ;)
daryl told me a hundred times how father christmas was up in the sky and would bring him nice presents
he devoured them today
forgot about the clothes and practicals and recalled the playstation controls and famous five tapes
I thanked them with kisses
Mafikizola and pretty nightwear
and I remember when presents were enough.