Category: the parenting bunny

Footy

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With a friend’s sons playing (for two different schools…!?!) at the Wynberg Freedom Cup this long pseudo-weekend, I’ve taken a couple of trips down the road to watch and support them, and enjoy some schoolboy football.

It’s not the usual thing we’re used to up at this end of town, with Rugby, Rugby, Rugby and Cricket being the standard sports of choice, and Football coming in a distant fifth (or sometimes even sixth behind Rugby). But this invitational tournament features a lot of local schools, and several from up country as well, and it’s been well-organised, well-attended and well-supported.

And because of the heavy rain yesterday morning, turning at least some of each of the seven pitches into churned up mudbaths, it very much reminded me of my own school footy. OK, maybe not quite as cold or deep, but somehow every bit as messy. Also, I don’t remember there being a vineyard at one end of our field. Or Table Mountain beyond it. But it’s been a while, and maybe I’ve just forgotten these things.

Thankfully, today dawned much more brightly, and it was almost pleasant (if rather bracing at 9oC) for the [checks notes] 7:30am kick off. Two goals for our protagonist in this one, as his side romped to a 9-0 demolition of a sleepy, lacklustre opposition. Even Oscar put one in.

The semis and finals are all on tomorrow (Saturday) if you want to go through: entry is free.
Sadly, given the actual professional football happening tomorrow, I’ll likely be watching my favourite sport at home rather than out on the touchline. But this has been a nice distraction from building work and everything else at home.

The week ahead

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It is, as they say, looking a bit hectic.

Tomorrow: Hike and a music lesson. And then a football match to watch. Probably need to find a public holiday vet for the beagle as well. Today has not been a good day.
Tuesday: Back to school (not me). Music exam recording session (not me). Y11 farewell dinner (not me). Rearranged football match to play (me).
Wednesday: Last day at school (not me). Horseriding (not me). Arranged football match to play (me).
Thursday: Molton Brown Curry Club – with actual curry (me and I can’t wait).
Friday: First exam in a six week exam session (not me). Birthday dinner (not me, but I am invited).
Saturday: Mrs 6000 heads away for the weekend.

Bathroom renovations continue throughout.

All pretty straightforward then.

All a bit weird

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The house is all rather chaotic at the moment and it’s all a bit weird.

The bathroom renos are going well, and hopefully – hopefully – by the end of today, most of the loud, dirty, dusty, invasive destructive bits of the job will be finished.

But at the moment, all the loud, dirty, dusty, invasive destructive bits of the job are continuing apace.

The beagle wasn’t doing so well, and so we took her back to the vet yesterday. He decided that she should stay with them overnight, and so we woke to a beagleless house this morning. It feels very empty, and it’s odd not seeing a hopeful face pop around the corner each time you open the fridge.

More positive news this morning is that she has apparently rallied a little overnight, and even eaten some chicken. This is great news, because she hasn’t been eating much at all this week, and as I mentioned:

Beagles will eat 24/7 if you will allow them, but a sick or unhappy beagle will not eat, and when that happens, you know something needs to be sorted.

And that was enough reason to get her back to the experts and get some tests done, and some treatment administered.

Oh, and just to add potential infection to… well… everything else, Little Miss 6000 has woken up something of a raging sore throat. Great news, as it’s only [checks notes] this weekend that she’s singing in her exam recordings.

Joy.

It’s all rather chaotic here at the moment.

This is 100% true

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I know. Hard to believe, isn’t it?

In this day and age, finding something which is entirely accurate, verifiable and genuine is as scarce as hens’ teeth. And yet, I can absolutely vouch for this being all of those things (the accurate, verifiable and genuine ones, not the teeth).

Yes, it’s a very simple graph, but it’s completely correct.

Memories of the 51 up from town: the stop at the top of Church Street, just by the Thornton’s and the back door of Awkward Square. Racing up stairs, wiping the condensation on the windows from the rain-soaked passengers so you could see the grey clouds and puddles out of the front, and then being King of the Bus for the 20 minutes home.

Magic.

I’m just sad that my kids never got to experience it. Still, if and when they go traveling – as the graph points out – they will still get that same rush as adults that we used to get when we were young.

Halcyon days.

Dan Mace’s unfortunate missing ‘with’…

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I like Dan Mace. Local lad. Nice guy, by all accounts. And pretty prolific at age 35, too:

Dan Mace is a creative and visionary Filmmaker, Youtuber, CCO (Chief Creative Officer) for Beast Philanthropy and the founder of JOE films and CCO & product owner at House of Macadamias, BRU BAR.

He’s worked extensively with Casey Neistat, he works extensively with Mr Beast, and he’s clearly very good at what he does.

But we all make mistakes when we’re tired, and it was when he was on his way back home to his family last night, that Dan accidently missed a ‘with’. Not necessarily a huge thing, but it does depend on context, and the context was this:

Oops.

Thankfully, on the other end of the flight, apparently having being warned by several (or more) people (not me), he was happy to have found his ‘with’.

Yeah. That’s better. The Freudian slip corrected, and Dan back home with his son.

Who – at the time of writing – is still ‘with’ us.