Mental Paralysis

It’s been ages since my last blog and I know it.

It’s not that I don’t have the time.

It’s not that I have nothing to blog about.

It’s simply a case of mental lethargy.

There are so many things I should be doing: sewing, embroidering, writing emails to family, reading a good book, blogging, you name it, I should be doing it.

I wake up in the morning and promise myself that I will do this, that and the other, but come evening I have done none of these things.

Sometimes I don’t know how the day has passed and yet it did.

I go through the motions of the everyday things here at the Village:

I check if my “buddies” are still alive!

I visit the office to see if I am needed for something or if they need me for something. I speak to all and sundry who I meet on the way and perhaps discuss a few situations which need attention in the Village.

A meeting of the Local Committee, of which I am a member, will take place at the end of the month and I need fodder to discuss at this meeting.

I put out fires when needed and give advice when needed. I refuse to get drawn into peoples personal vendettas.

I have a neighbour who is very ill (she has been in ICU three times in 4 weeks), but who refuses to go into the Care Centre. She wants to be cared for in her cottage (fine, she can afford it), but the thought of that puts a strain on me. I hope her daughter, who has come out from the USA, will have everything organised before she leaves this Thursday.

Too many people have left the Village and I’m not talking about those who have left for natural reasons.

Our Matron is the last one to have left, but as yet the reason is not common knowledge. I guess this will be made known at the meeting.  I got on very well with her, but perhaps the staff didn’t and of course that is a matter of concern.


If someone is stupid

Lately I have been seriously bugged by the fact that my siblings are still not in touch with me. How long are they going to keep this up?

I thought I had let them go, as advocated above, but the hurt keeps surfacing.

None of us can change the past, it has happened, get over it.

Would I have done things differently then? Yes! Absolutely YES!

I would not have paid attention to what all experienced parties involved had suggested: Let your Mom go to Frail Care.

I  should have just left her at home with my domineering brother followed by my youngest sister. Then she could have died at home. My brother could have force-fed her all his concoctions, kept the staff and friends away from her and he could have had his hysterics when she died in his care. My sister would have coped better together with me and my late brother.

The decision to let her be taken care of in Frail Care was not wrong however and I didn’t make it on my own. My late brother agreed to it as well.

I really wish I could wipe the whole episode from my mind so I can get on with my life.


I have so much to be grateful for. My sons and partners are fantastic. I could not wish for better members of my family. You all know how adorable Emryn is and she’s getting more and more interesting by the day. She loves being at school and I can see that she learns things quickly.

Yesterday she amused herself, and her mother and I, by pushing her toy pram up and down the paved areas around the house. This was accompanied by her “talking”, mostly little shouts of “hey”or something similar.

More of her teeth are coming out, giving the parents a few sleepless nights, but that’s nature and they are coping.

She is my pride and joy and I hope to be around long enough to see her grow up and have a good relationship with her Oma.


Some Birthday Pictures

Just a few photographs of Emryn’s first party.


Nijntje cake

Owl cake

Owl cake

smash cake

Emryn’s own cake


Is this cake only for me, Dad?

birthday dress

Look at my party dress!

unwrapping prezzies

Are these presents all for me?


A bit of quiet time with Oma.

laughing some more

It’s not difficult to make me laugh even after a hectic day.

Emryn’s Birthday Party Today

The cake for Emryn’s first birthday.  Isn’t it gorgeous?

Nijntje a.k.a Miffy

Thanks to Ark’s The Ems.


The Birthday girl:

birthday girl

Emryn one year

Happiness is…………………….

…….having fun with my granddaughter Emryn!

Oma en Emryn



Please can someone tell me how to post a video to this blog.

I have cute video of baby Emryn walking and I want to post it here.

For Footsy2 – and others

Footsy2 asked me how my little Village garden is looking now, and these are the pictures I took today.

The garden in 2013




The garden today





I have allowed the Sheena’s Gold to grow a bit wild this summer, but I have not seen any flowers on it.


 The Bleeding Heart has grown tremendously since I planted it in a pot and put it outside.



The Poinsettia has been disappointing this year. It hasn’t grown much and the leaves did not turn red.


The  “Mums”are flowering for the second time.



This palm was given to me by a school child and needs a place somewhere.


This is NOT a plant, but one of my neighbours just walking by!


A bucket full of Vygies which will be planted under the Sheena’s Gold.


The herb box is looking a bit sad, so no picture!

I will  plant new herbs in the spring.

Next blog I will show you the African Violets which I started from scratch last year.

I wish I was a Puddytat (really!)

If I was a real puddytat I would not have a problem sleeping! It’s as simple as that. Cats can curl up and sleep anywhere, anytime, come rain or shine.

I have not been so lucky lately. I wake after even 2-3 hours of sleep and then cannot get back to sleep again.

Baby Emryn seems to have a similar problem and keeps her parents awake at night.

She thinks it’s funny:

Having a good laugh

She enjoys playing with her Oma, especially when I entertain her with her toy bush baby. I need to get a picture of that face when she anticipates being tickled by the furry toy.

Emryn is now well and truly into her soft solids (made by Mommy)  and has had a taste of most foods.


Apart from the sleeplessness, me, myself and I are doing fine here at the Village.

My patch of garden is looking fine, but I need to put new herb plants in the box as the parsley has died and the other herbs are looking straggly.

After the 3 long power outages, due to problems at a sub-station in March, I checked the foods in the fridge and ended up tossing quite a bit of stuff. Such a waste and I don’t like wasting food.

In February YS decided I should get a land-line phone and a better Internet package (not Telkom, though). He applied for the phone line and we are still waiting.

Today a Telkom technician was at the Village and I way-laid him. It turns out that what YS and I thought was the reference number, wasn’t a reference number and the technician couldn’t do anything today.

So I will complete the application forms, where they ask me everything but my vital statistics and go to the Northgate mall and hand them in and get a proper reference number. Then I can phone that technician and get going with the land-line. What a mission!

There’s nothing worse for me as people who do not, from one meeting to the next, follow up on jobs that have been assigned to them.

On a regular basis, especially when occupants leave the Village, the keys to that cottage or flat need to be checked. Every dwelling must have a set of spare keys in Matron’s office to be used in case of emergency. This check has not been done in the 18 months I have been here and, as a matter of fact, my cottage didn’t have a set of spare keys when I arrived.  I had a set made.

So yours truly has taken on the job as “key-checker”. I will make a start after Easter and Matron is happy.

Recently we “lost” one of my Buddies. The lady had not changed her day card in the window and after much banging on the doors and windows and noticing that her car was still in the parking bay, we set out to find her. Her spare keys had been incorrectly labelled and we could not gain access into her cottage. we could see into her lounge and bedroom and nothing was amiss there. Before we decided to try and gain access through the roof one of the maintenance guys managed to prise open the bathroom window and the occupant wasn’t in there either. Sigh of relief. No unexpected injury or death to cope with.

Hours later the lady pitched up. She had been out with a friend!!!!! She was well and truly rapped over the knuckles by the Village manager.

My Mynah birds are getting too fat and I now only feed them twice a day instead of on-demand. They are not happy.


Can you see them?

Two little dicky birds sitting on the wall

One named Peter, the other named Paul.