We’re nowhere near through this yet. This frustrating, horrible virus has no concept that we have some arbitrary (yet significant) time frame ending this evening, and a new one beginning at midnight.
And so, our traditional new start at the start of the new year will not include an end to the horrendous news and numbers we are now used to seeing on a daily basis. Rather – locally, at least – we can expect more misery before we get to, and beyond, the peak of the second wave.
It will have been a different New Year for us. No friends, no family, no fireworks on Struisbaai beach. Curfewed at 9pm. No alcohol (apart from the local stash, which remains plentiful at this time, deity be praised).
Still, we can’t allow ourselves to be continually dragged down by things over which we have very limited control. And so, with that in mind, I’d urge you all to focus on finding the positives in every other area of your lives. Because those will be the things that help us to get through the rest of this other, all-pervading mess.
Have a very Happy New Year and thank you for reading 6000 miles… over the past 366 days.
May 2021 bring you – and everyone else – better things and happier times.
I’d love to be allowed down there. Just look at it.
But that’s just for fishermen (Page 7, Part 10a) and people to whom the regulations don’t apply.
There is a path along the back of the dunes. Previously, I would have categorically stated that it was not part of the beach, but now, I’m less sure. Arbitrary lines again.
The fact is that we have to endure a rather miserable, limited holiday this year. And yet, we’re still much more fortunate than others. We’d do very well to remember that before complaining about not being allowed to sit on the sand.
If we’re careful, and if our luck holds out, we’ll be around to enjoy a much more traditional, fun-filled summer holiday next year.
Right now, my biggest gripe is with myself for not spending more on soundproofing the cottage. We have quite literally surrounded by loud Afrikaners playing alles van die grootste sokkie treffers for the last 5 days, with a seemingly neverending supply of dodgy brandewyn and their JBL doof doof speakers.
I’m being patient. I’m being diplomatic. I have even tried to embrace it. I understand that we all need that release at the end of this nightmare year. But that does include me as well.
And there’s no escape onto the beach this time around. Argh!
A quick change of plans for the day this morning as the guy who was coming to help us out in the garden today tacitly announced that he had decided to get drunk last night rather than help us out in the garden today.
I think we’ve all had that “drink now or work tomorrow?” decision to make at some stage in our lives, and I’m quite sure that most readers here have – even if they’re only willing to quietly admit it to themselves – come down on either side at least once. I know I have. Sometimes I have tried to come down on both sides, but that’s not pleasant for anybody the following day.
It did leave us with a fair amount more work to do in the garden though, although ironically, we also have a bit more beer money for tonight. What goes around and all that…*
Anyway, the garden is looking better after a quick makeover and haircut and the neighbourhood What is Up? group has been pinged for suitable replacement garden assistance for the future (this wasn’t the first time our guy chose to fall on that side of the fence).
It’s been a wonderful few weeks over the festive season and holiday, but Real Life™ begins again tomorrow with a return to work, school, gym and all the hustle and bustle of term 1. I have high hopes that the kids will fly this year – 2018 ended on such a high for them.
I guess it all comes down to making the right decisions.