Colombian Christmas

It’s taken a while to get back into the mood of wanting to say anything up here again, in fact, I’m probably still not quite there yet. Life is one big confusing turmoil right now, and I’m not really sure why. I get pissed off with The Gilb over very little things, mostly when he’s right and I’m wrong; I’ve been out every single night for the past two weeks and letting admin things pile up around me which is creating much stress and not helping my general mood; things don’t look like they’re going to let up anytime soon (which is a good thing, because despite complaining about my frenetic life right now, I’d rather not sit at home and think about it). As Peas so keenly observed, 25 is the most dangerous, volatile stage of life. You’re fighting against the settling-down trend and trying to get in a few last moments of carefree happiness. Let’s all hope it doesn’t end in hospitals or six feet under, eh?

Some good things to report:

1) I write my wine exam this evening, then have a dinner with the class – we each get to bring a bottle and show off our wine buying prowess (wait till they see what I have in store for them!)
2) had a splendid braai at my house on Saturday in celebration of the boyf’s birthday. I drank 2 bottles of vino to myself (very unnecessary, but I hate seeing open bottles that haven’t been finished), decided I’d out-braai the boertjies by doing larny fish instead of the de riguer wors en tjops, and most likely due to the combination of the above, landed up feeling very ill. I do remember running around with the salad and insisting all the Afrikaans boys had some, because we know they don’t eat nearly enough greens, and they’re my little boys. The Gilb tucked me in at 9pm, and I awoke feeling a lot less than human on Sunday. The sweet boy that he is, he tidied up everything before climbing in to bed with his shambolic (is that a word?) girlfriend, and related to me yesterday that while tidying up he found a little packet of coke amongst the cigarette butts. “I’m going to keep it for a rainy day,” he explained. Bring it on, I say. I could do with some invincible god-like feelings right now.
3) My wise oracle, Greg, is here. From Canadia, briefly. Hopefully somewhere between his trip to the Pilanesberg and the Cape, I can sit him down and pick his brain for answers to questions I haven’t yet formulated. Aaaaaand, he dedicated his thesis to the us of the good old days – the kleptic trinity, the intrepid explorers, the Three Blind Mice. Smiles and warm fuzzy feelings all round.