So back to my downright SHIT week

As soon as I located Ruby I was quickly reminded that I have a whole bunch of unfinished business when I would eventually have her in my shaky arms again.


Her license disc is expired. But unlike most, I somehow managed to go a whole year & bit without renewing it. This means an additional R500 on top of the slightly short of horrendous & obscene amount I had to pay to get her out of the impound. Lets not even go into the unpaid fines and possible outstanding warrants for my arrest (some of you might have to put some bits of change under your beds for Didi’s bail collection money in advance)


It catches up doesn’t it? Sigh.


Then there was the heat – now under normal circumstances I would relish the very bright, relentless presence of the sun & his rays. I’m a self confessed & proud sun lover. But this, ladies & gentleman, was a little short of slow cooking in our skins, stuck in our badly ventilated homes.


I then remembered what I did NOT miss about the Pretoria (highveld area) heat. That kind of ridiculous heat brought back childhood & adolescent memories and realities of a dry bleeding nose (great), a rush of crusty, itchy eczema (fantastic) and sneeze attacks that would come in gangs of 11 loud uncontrollable sneezes in a row (fabulous for public spaces, when you’ve run out of the last morsel of tissue in addition to hearing echoes of dad’s advice “you should carry a handkerchief, its cheap, easy to maintain & its better that toilet paper & tissue - ,my child its not just for old people”)


((Useless tit-bit – My dad really does use the term “my child”. I love him. ))

The weekend was not a particularly restful one either. That annoying acquaintance *FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out) decided to possess me at the most inopportune time (oh but offcourse); when I had volunteer work crammed in the “extreme procrastination” pigeonhole.


I had it all worked out in my mind:


Friday night: After a stressful day at work chill out & get some much-needed & deserved rest & me-time.

Saturday: Work through some volunteering work, go to Danya’s birthday braai-party-pool-do, SKIP 340ml live performance no matter the pressure so I can be fresh & functional on Sunday.


Sunday: Early morning I’d be a model for a photo shoot my friend asked me to help him with for his portfolio - yes buddy I shall be there 6am sharp, then come back home, relax with a glass of wine by the pool, finish off what I didn’t manage to finish off on the volunteer work pile & then my reward; date with *Frank.


What actually transpired was nothing short of embarrassing. I did none of the productive items on that list – forget it. In actual fact I went and did some extra stuff that was not on there like fixing my hair (I must admit it was much needed – when your white male friend asks you what’s going on with the weave & when its coming out & what WE are going to do about I, you know its time. It’s non-negotiable. It had to be done)


Just a snippet of how embarrassing: having not slept after a night of partying and seeing 340ml (insert shy, sheepish smile) heading straight to the location for the shoot after a quick bath only to find that that shoot had been cancelled while already on the way there. Stunning. At least I could go get some shut-eye.


A good portion of Sunday was spent trying to locate my cell phone, which thank goodness was off, so that meant I could call it and find precisely where it was without too much trouble. When I showed up at Danya’s place to collect it – I suddenly realised I was wearing the same outfit as the “night before” to her and the rest. The same damn dress – it looked self-explanatory to the outside, unknowing eye. Any explanation was not going to be bought. Quicksand situation. So I didn’t try hard enough to convince.


Fast forward to today, I’m Joburg bound on a flight that I’m not meant to be on. I missed mine, even with 2 alarm clocks, a mom that worries and would normally call to wake me up (but didn't) AND the cab driver sleeping outside my house who also managed to oversleep – honestly? Yup, I know. Well, I did only go to sleep at 2:30am knocking away at the work I didn’t manage to do over the terrible weekend. Which had now jumped into the “critical procrastination” pigeonhole. But it’s done and that’s what matters.


I’m going to step back into the present and chow down on my breakfast & listen to some music.


I shall rant & rave again soon, I’m almost certain. After all I am approaching Johannesburg…only my least favourite city.