Part 1 here…
The un-sumo part of me was that my shorts kept dropping down, testimony to the fact that i’ve lost a lot of weight the past 3 months, most of it the past 2 weeks. I returned to the cottage and weighed myself – 84.6kg. Almost 9kgs down from the 93.5kg i was 3 months ago. I may be looking better overall but only so long as i wear a shirt because the downside is that my torso has become damn flabby, boasting man tits and a boep. But i’m working on it. Hopefully they’ll be gone by Winter.
Nevertheless, these observations made me hungry so i ate the second to last apple, something that wouldn’t have existed if it wasn’t for the fact that my landladies had offered the veggie patch to me before they left for their holiday lions and mosquitoes. So, instead of apples yesterday, i ate fried spinach. I had meant to have potatoes but after about 20 minutes of painful digging into hard soil with a trowel, i hadn’t managed to find them. Either they’re damn deep or the long roots i’m following aren’t potato at all? That question makes me feel so urban. I’ll try again later.
Food, as you undoubtedly realize, has sometimes being scarce. It’s been a tough year with crime and ill-health (chest infection and a broken arm which resulted in an operation) amidst a dropped economy. I’ll sometimes sacrifice a week’s food for a restaurant meal or 2 because it’s important to have something to look forward too. And i’ll normally substantiate it further by learning more about Knysna or making it into a meeting. The exception is if i go out with my friend, Yogesh. Our debates and arguments regarding the quality of movies and the true nature of Man have lately being accompanied by him paying the bill. This month, restaurant joys have been scarcer. Except for a coffee with Yogesh at the fantastic East Head Cafe, i’ve remained at home the past 2 weeks, skipping my intended coverage of the season’s activities for my Love Knysna ezine.
Not that i’ve been unproductive. Quite the contrary. Instead of trying to do everything, as per usual, i prioritized and compiled ideas and their subsequent plans for the forthcoming Love Knysna Projects (website live later this month). Planning for LKP’s non-profit organization status has been a bundle of work in itself. Positive work. Like James Brown said, “I Feel Good!” I like planning.
Back at my desk with another cup of tea, i read a proposal from a social worker entitled Tu Aliquid (You Are Somebody). It’s to deal with, and help, ‘agitator youth’ in Knysna’s suburb of Hornlee. That term means ‘problem children’ which the composer used to be before someone stepped in and gave him guidance and inspiration. I wish i had the resources to help him, not only because i believe that the youth are more our future than current adults but because i want to support those rare people who want to support Knysna. For now, until we find funding, all i can do is to send it to my co-founders of Love Knysna Projects so that we keep it in consideration.
I read Nielsen’s incredible 75 page analysis, 10 Years that Shook the Media (thanks to Martin Hatchuel for recommending it). It was insightful yet easy to read and, in association with 2 discussions i had this week, prompted thought which i inserted into a 700 word essay entitled Media Crisis – How to Deliver the News? Thinking media made me think about bias local media which prompted another 350 words as the start of another article which i will return to later this week.
My computer sore eyes needed a break so i poured water into the alleged potatoe plant crevice and dug for 10 more minutes – still no luck. I could swear that its Jack’s magic beanstalk:) Damn, no roast potatoes for my breakfast/lunch/supper meal. I’ve only had one meal a day the past 2 weeks and was really looking forward to variation [it’s the next day – i was in the wrong place. Found the potatoes easily this time. there were only enough for one meal but it was a good one with mixed herbs and yummy salt].
Not yet ready for my desk, i skinny-dipped for 10 minutes and then spent approximately the same period drying in the sun. It felt good but i couldn’t help but wonder about the stealth cam my landladies had used when trying to catch a photo of a porcupine that our neighbour had previously seen come up the driveway. Oh well, if they snapped me it would certainly be an animal of a different kind:)
There’s been a 159 page report on the drought (what happened to us and why it happened) waiting for me for over a month but that’s best left to a braver, early-morning mindset. Instead, i defrosted the fridge, cleaned it and the microwave. Hey, i’m single, i have to be domestic sometimes. Purple cabbage is frying. it nears time for me to relax and watch movies (probably happy fluff like the end of season 3 of White Collar).
One of the main reasons for this blog was to record my life so that one day, whether a year or a decade from now, i can look back and remind myself what i was thinking and doing at the time. It will remind how i’ve changed and what goals i had had and must still accomplish. But in a year filled with emotional distraction and pressurized work, i hardly blogged the personal.
The irony is that when i have internet and can post this, xmas day will be long gone. So be it it.
So, today, along with telling you all i did, i can thankfully add that i wrote this blog:)
May 2013 be damn cool for you and me!
PS: Found the potatoes:)