Deep within the maelstrom

I’m sorta resigned to just a weekly update now, not being afraid to admit that I’m so desperately short of time that this is all I can do! I feel completely frenetic at the moment, in part because we’re really burning the wick at work. Deadlines are drawing closer (Whizz…here goes the Feb deadline), and our meetings are becoming strong arguments for instituting chapters in our to-do lists. Deep within the maelstrom, I’m also trying to organise my now-official trip to UK in May, which will be part-work, part-pleasure, both requiring a fair amount of planning and sequencing.

So when weekends arrive, it’s a wonder that there’s any energy to spare! Courtesy of paying friends (and other Jamie-sitting friends) we ‘dined’ at Da Vinci’s, enjoying some fabulous pizza and some enviable pictures of Croatia. Saturday saw a later rise, courtesy of a sleep-in Jamie had obviously planned without our knowledge, and after eyeing the weather out, I ventured to the field to fly, only to bail out and end up drinking coffee with a fellow-flyer, gawking at his hansel-and-gretel garage of toys. Amongst the tasty-treats, an NH90 turbine helicopter with a running pricetag of R95k. Yes. That’s k as in kilo. 1000. Anyway, he’s a great chap, and I can hardly hold it against him that his model collection is worth a small country’s GDP.

At Jan’s prompting (and arrangement!), we took an evening picnic to Groot Constantia and had a ball watching Jamie tackle the slopes. Up. Down. Rolling. Around. Very funny. The mirth was subsequently doused with a dismal Settling on Catan, despite my taking the win. Truth be told, we were probably minutes away from retiring.

Sunday was absolutely breathless and perfect, and naturally every DNA molecule in my body wanted to fly, but I opted to do the honourable thing and spend some family time with the er… human family. What was planned as a canter along Bailey’s walk became a rather long laze at St James, where Jamie was awarded freedom-of-the-beach. He nearly squandered it by devouring a concerning quantity of coarse sand, but eventually wised up to the priviledge and explored. It was a lovely morning, and the weather was fabulous.

Two hours later, we journeyed to the other ocean to visit friends in Kommetjie. Great company, delicious food and said-weather led to a glorious afternoon, completed with another beach-stroll.

So having survived four different meetings this evening, with the family in bed, a blog under the belt and already on the eve of Wednesday, I sigh and fire up the next project – a One-Year-With-Jamie video. Yawn…