10 Days – Day 2

16 October , 2019

Rocking on to rocks out…as per my previous post.

Today wasn’t too bad. Not so sore, just nauseous and uncomfortable. Almost makes me want to reconsider having the operation…but then I cast my mind back to the last week and bending myself into a pretzel trying to escape my own digestive system…think I’ll just get it over with and hopefully I can get to next week Friday without another serious attack.

We saw my father in law today. He’s asked us to bring him food as he’s been sick in bed for 3 days. Shame he really doesn’t look great. And he’s a social butterfly, so being trapped in bed for daaaays is a seriously hectic thing for him.

Other than that the strange dude who squats here with the landlord, a.k.s Seun-Pa, has been back and forth to the psychiatric hospital. They concur he’s not all there, but not missing enough to be admitted for more that a day or two at a time.

He makes me very uneasy…but mostly he stays out of our way. Except for when he pops out from behind the wheely bin asking for smokes when you least expect it.

How was your day?


10 Days – Day 1

15 October , 2019

So, I thankfully got to see the specialist doctor today about my stupid gallstones. He had A LOT of questions! I felt like I was writing an exam I didn’t study for.

Anyhoo, traiterous gallbladder is coming out on the 25th. Until then I will try to keep myself as still as possible. Luckily no additional complications other than the rocks, so not life threatening and can be scheduled. If nothing goes wrong I should be able to go home the next day.

I did warn him about my severe aggressive reaction to anesthesia, and he laughed and said I’m welcome to punch the anaesthetist.

He was the hero of the day when he said I can still have coffee after the operation, but probably only after a few months once my bile duct has taken over the function that the gallbladder is now refusing to do.

In anticipation of the 10 days, I’ve decided to share a rock themed song for each of those days. Rock on until rock out…πŸ˜‰


Let’s hope scissors beat rocks this time

15 October , 2019

I’ve been feeling pretty crap. Throwing up on and off for the last couple of days. And for those of you who keep thinking I’m pregnant, I am soon to give “birth” to a bunch of rock babies.

Andy insisted that I go to the doctor yesterday and it seems my gallbladder has had enough of my crap and decided to build a wall of pebbles in protest.

I had to go for a scan at the hospital where they refused to tell me anything. So I took my own photos to consult with on doctor google haha.

I just about wet my pants when I saw this one, thinking that all those grey things were gallstones…

Turns out that’s a kidney, and it’s supposed to look like that.

These are the traiterous pebbles that need to be evicted.

The pain comes and goes, but the discomfort is more or less constant. And I can’t really eat or drink much. Innards are dealing with a crisis situation and feels like sending more work down the hatch is unreasonable and unwelcome. Not having it, nope.

Oh well, I suppose I can do with skipping a few meals?

The doctor assures me this is not the kind of thing that will clear up on it’s own, and the gallbladder has to be removed. I actually had a rock there twenty odd years ago which I mentioned, doc says it probably just got bigger and didn’t go away as previously thought.

I am thoroughly thankful that that pebble has behaved for so long if that is indeed the case. Hopefully I’ll get to see the spacialist today to find out when D-day is.

I am devastated that I will have to either give up coffee, cut down severely or switch to decaf. Those are all terrible options in my opinion.

Chatted to my folks yesterday, apparently these rocks also run in the family. Legend has it that my great-gran had a HUGE one that was so pretty she had it set into a pendant (but never wore it). It was too hard to drill so setting it was quite a mission. I don’t intent to wear mine as jewelry either.

Whaaaaah…I’d say send chocolate but apparently that’s not a good idea either. 😦


Plan B…and loads of photos

12 October , 2019

I’ve been meaning to write this post all week, but it is surprising how busy you can make yourself, even when you are currently unemployed (a.k.a self employed haha).

Anyhoo, while in limbo we’re exploring all sorts of other ways to make a living. Some with greater success than others. One such article I came accross suggested starting your own YouTube channel. I don’t personally know of anyone whose made a success of this although I do know it’s theoretically possible.

I said to Andy maybe we should start a Bargain Hunting channel. He’s REALLY good at it, and does it anyway, with or without channel. And I’m sure just about everybody could benefit from saving a buck or two, so I feel good about putting it out there too.

So yeah, baby steps, we’ve started. Obviously our channel isn’t super sophisticated (yet), but we’ve got the first few videos up. At this point anyone in SA could benefit from it, but there are some shops that are more specific to our area obviously.

We’ve got three videos up on specials so far, and we’re very excited about some of the other topics we have in mind for next week and beyond! One of the requirements of YouTube is to have at least one video which is an hour long…grrr…when everything out there tells you people lose interest after about 3 minutes. Anyhoo, we’re playing around with the idea of showcasing urban farming, you know having fruit trees or vegetable gardens to supplement or completely supply your household needs. We even know one family who farms fish in blow up pools in their back garden for this. Pretty sure we could do an hour out of this if we’re a bit creative.

So if you want to participate and you have something going in your yard or on your balcony, let me know…I’ll come visit with a camera πŸ˜‰

Now for photos…


The first time we’ve seen Andy’s dad in well over a year.

It is okay to cut out toxic people from your life. It’s also okay to re-engage them on your own terms if you want to.

So far it’s going really well actually. I’m glad Andy and his dad are in contact again, and my father-in-law has been really nice to me and Nicola too, even though he can’t remember our names and calls me sweetie.

He’s putting in a lot of effort, and it means a lot.


We went to go check out the Green Market in Melville at 27 Boxes (last Sunday of every month) to go say hi to our cousin who sells imported Dutch seeds there and so that my dad could interrogate everyone on their lab result certificates who produce CBD oils.

I spotted this T-shirt and thought it would be brilliant for my SIL as a gift as she is now in remission from Melanoma, and Nicola just HAD to have one too! Obviously she can’t wear it to school, more for the swear word than the cannabis leaf.

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Nicola asked us to take her for hearing tests and I spotted this little guy in the parking lot. So cute, and boy does he MOVE! Smaller than Nicola’s fingernails, which is why the photo is so super blurry. I had to take quite a few to even get one this good.

Really thinking hard about getting a proper camera when cash flow allows again.


I assume it’s a running club of sorts that are always painting messages on the road next to our bridge. I find them infinitely entertaining, just so you know.


My dad’s plantation.


His other plantation of tiny Avo trees. Once the rainy season kicks off he intends to release these into the green belt. In 7 years time they should provide ample Avos for any hungry pedestrians passing by.

I actually think this is such a great idea! We’ve spotted plenty of potplants which have been relocated to our green belt and now grow there wild. Sure, they’re not indigenous by any means, but neither are the Willow trees that City Parks planted there. At least the Avos will benefit someone down the line.

Imagine how cool it would be if all the City Parks had fruit trees and veggie gardens in them and people could just help themselves?


Nibbles, the little Houdini went on a rampage in the house and disappeared. Great consternation, we couldn’t find him and were knocking on everything to try and hear his hiss.

Nicola eventually crawled around and heard him inside a cupboard! Thankfully one with drawers that we could take apart easily enough to get to him.


These two cuzzies, so cute!


Some of my dad’s Proteas. Everything blooming at the moment, and really stunning!


This is not my photo, but I nicked it off my aunt’s Whatsapp profile. This is my Grandparents wedding photo.

You can see they clearly had no idea what was coming. I love seeing old photos of my grandmother, she really stayed the same pretty much throughout.

Is it odd, but I’ve really been thinking about both my grans a lot lately. I wish they were still around for a chat and a giggle, and I wonder what they would have thought about the state of the world today.


This crate is part of an artwork that we counted recently. I just really liked the look of this particular bit of it. This crate has seen THINGS. πŸ˜‰


The end is near

23 September , 2019


I have exactly one week left of this particular job. And one of the days of that week is a public holiday on top of that. I am pretty much okay with that really.

These past three weeks I have worked like a slave to get this project over the line. It’s not there yet (week to go), but looking mighty promising.Β Anyhoo, I am beyond tired. I feel like I could sleep for a couple of days non stop once this is over. I might just do that, if I get a chance.

It has been the best of times, and it has been the worst of times…

Also, in completely unrelated news, sort of, Nicola has gone on her first camp without me. I get the occasional photo on the whatsapp group, and from what I can see she is having a great time. My nerves are shot however. This is a bit more absence and distance than I am used to with the pink terrorist. But…surviving…and I know it’s actually good for her to be a bit more independent. She’s ready.

What have we been up to with all our new kid free time this week? Well…we kept busy. πŸ˜‰ And we also helped friends out with moving their giant fish and giant fish tank to Modimolle (a.k.a Nylstroom previously) over the weekend. It was hot as hell and hard work, but also quite a nice adventure and day out.

They are resettling to start farming goats and watermelons. I think we will hopefully get to spend many weekends with them there once they’ve settled in.

Here are some of my favourite photos of the past few weeks…you know, you can always tell how I’m doing by the amount of photos I take. More is better in this case. I’m actually toying with the idea of getting a proper camera to use instead of my cellphone (those who know me well, you can close your mouths now).


Play of shadows on the arch at Bank City in town.


A little William Kentridge horse encountered during an art audit.


Nicola, dressed up for her school’s box car races. She was actually in a fantastic mood, she just wasn’t in a mood for photos.


One of my parents’ new pincushions…


The other new pincushion…


Steamy coffee at client’s offices, yumm!


MrT who was my trusty side kick on the art audit. You have never met anyone who is as positive and hard working as this young lad. He learns super quick as well when it comes to new things.

I wrote him a letter of recommendation which makes it clear that the sun could rise and set by his sitting or not sitting, I hope this helps him to find a much better permanent gig than carting around art works for verification.


The little cactus that wanted to be a tree. Looks like a crown almost with all the flowers.


Coral tree blooming. Other than Jasmine, this is a clear sign that winter is over and spring is here…

And right on queue we get hit by one phenomenal heat wave!


An army of blind penguins…

They got eyes later, don’t worry. My mom made these as cupcake toppers for my little cousin’s birthday.


Fish tank flower…


Pink drinks and visits with my cousin Melanie, yumm!


Nicola peeping at us through the sky light.


Figs! I love figs, especially these little purple ones.


More art auditing with MrT, who kindly did a little posed pic for me with this artwork.


Art, art and more art.

I’m feeling quite chuffed with how we’ve progressed through this. The client tells me the last time they did this it took them two years to get through it. Okay granted, they only worked on it 1 or 2 days a week. We’ve pushed the counting through in three weeks!

Now just to sort through the handful of queries and prepare the variation report and Bob’s your uncle.


Nibbles, out and about. He stopped eating for a few days and we thought he was just about ready to exchange this world for the next. Nicola decided that he needed outings into the landlord’s garden. Apparently on every dying hedgehog’s bucket list.

She might be on to something, he recovered immediately.


Citronelle candle Andy made. The strings looks like tree roots!


Two of the fishies we moved.


Puddin unedited.


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Puddin Edit 2.


More fish tank flowers! This amazon lily is very happy apparently!


Our frilly sword fish babies, coming along nicely.


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We live to fight another battle

10 September , 2019

To say that things have been interesting in the last two weeks would be a vast understatement.

Experiencing the full glory of a Section 189 Retrenchment process seems to have disengaged my filters, and I’m having quite a bit of fun with that (within reason).

You’d think that I would spend my last month kicking back and submitting CVs like someone possessed (I am doing that but usually at 4:00 in the morning), but I’m actually working like a dog to get my project across the finish line before I leave. I don’t want to leave the client hanging, firstly, and secondly it keeps me busy and out of office which is an altogether great thing with my sudden lack of filters.

My contacts at this particular client have been really great for my morale, seriously, like an emotional back rub. They think I’m the bees knees and blow smoke up my bottom continuously. It is delightful to come across people who thinks you can walk on water, especially whilst going through a retrenchment!

I am grateful, not everyone gets to have an upside like I do.