Bubbles...

Here I sit behind the reception desk at work - having taught 2 boisterously fun classes of 10 to 22 month olds... The class happening now is in the 'bubble' phase of the class. All around me the air is filled with little, glassy bubbles. Like working in a dreamscape. THANKFULLY I have tomorrow off - so my basic plan of action is to sleep languidly, lazily late. And then probably hang around in bed, reading and sipping tea till about lunchtime. And after that, I belong to chance! Who knows where the day will take me!
My visitor staying with me this weekend has been quite incredible as a guest : he arrived with pizza, red wine and flowers on Thursday night! And when I got home from work yesterday, my dishes were done and my fridge stocked with groceries!
Anyway, I have a 'farm' class to teach to my 2 and a half year olds - we plant 'seeds', 'water' them with little colourful watering cans, sing Old Macdonald with all sorts of oinks and woofs. But yesterday when a child shouted out 'fish' - it tooks me a couple of seconds to make a fish face and wonder at what sound a fish made. The moms were in hysterics. I wasn't!
Gotta dash!

My work load is such at the moment that there's just no time to write up a decent chunk of juicy news... Being busy is an excellent cure for mischief though, so I am at least being a good girl!
I have a friend coming to stay with me for a couple of days. I was his first kiss... We haven't seen each other in many years (16 to be precise!) He has flown down from PE to visit - and arrives tonight at around 7pm : and will be bringing pizza, red wine and a dvd (JUST what I need!) He'll be staying with me until Tuesday. Hmmm - I felt like a naughty little girl trying to find the courage to tell her mom she stole a cookie from the cookie jar when I told her about him coming to stay... She asked with a wicked twinkle in her eye which bed he would be sleeping in (sigh)
I better get back to work : I've got a busy art class for 3 - 5 year olds at 4pm, but before then I have to go to the local shopping centre to do a show with our giant 'parachute', bubbles etc. And - with my voice disappearing from over-use, I will be sounding more like Bonnie Rait than Olivia Newton John when I sing over the mic...

Not-Bikini Weather!

Back in Cape Town at long last with about a zillion stories to tell! Now... where would I begin?! (Besides the fact that i am ending my long weekend at work on the PC!!!) Let me rather make a list of the exquisite little details that made this weekend unique and wonderful!
1. eating REAL custard made by a young French confectioner ... made with cream, egg yolks and crushed vanilla pods... out of a pale pink child's plastic pudding bowl with a teaspoon.
2. Diemersfontein Cabernet sipped inbetween stories exchanged amidst giggles and oohs and aahs, as we sat on the lounge floor - the early evening grey with dark spring rain.
3. Having a near-disaster with the car as we went over Sir Lowry's Pass with two over-tired kids whining in the back - but which turned out to be nothing more than a pirce of wire we were dragging on the wheel but which must've dropped off. (Phew!)
4. Sampling Earl Grey infused dark chocolate with my red wine...
5. A VERY lazy afternoon nap.

Hmmm... this could end up being a VERY long list indeed! And so, I shall say 'adios' and more tomorrow.

Knysna monologue

Today I had my second bottle of Pon Gracz this week. The first time was on Wednesday evening on the beach, with my toes in the cool sand and sipped to the sound of moonlight on crashing waves. The second in a friend's kitchen here in Knysna at 12pm to celebrate the blessed non-event of my near-marriage -- which was set to take place today at noon in Bedford (in the Eastern Cape.) Hell - I can hardly believe I was so close to making a ****ing DREADFUL mistake!! And so, half a bottle of Pon Gracz and a plateful of Belgian waffles, maple syrup and double cream, I am more than just gratefully relieved, but over the moon!
Since the engagement was broken off, I've been on a fair amount of dates - but nothing close to the rampant 'men tasting' I indulged in a year ago. Now my selection is deliberately smaller - and yet the stories and intrigue accumulated after a week of dinners and other such outings remains as juicy! An entire book of short stories could be published based on these experiences of the opposite sex - ranging from a collector and wearer of Gestapo memorabilia (he really DOES stand in someone else's shoes - a Nazi officer's black leather boots!!) to a gorgeous classical guitarist who made my 13 year old heart pound, to an aggressive balding tank of a man close to his 40s who stalked me relentlessly! But right now I don't have the time -- feel a little guilty using my host's PC...
Now I'm ready to return to my bed and cuddle beneath my covers with a book a friend posted all the way down from PE for me - Stephen King short stories. And then have a little nap. No, a long, deliciously, indugently lazy snoooooooozzzzzzzzzzzzzze.