Monday, 31 December 2018

Goodbye 2018!


Way back when I was teaching last century, one of the things my classes enjoyed was the 'Word Race'! I would write a word on the blackboard, something like 'brownies' or 'refrigerator' or 'dinosaur', and then set the timer... my cooking timer that I never used.... and the race was on! It's amazing how many words you can get from the word 'brownies'... give it a go!
So this year I thought that instead of saying the usual 'Happy New Year', I would try to use the letters to make a phrase... a good old anagram! The phrases weren't too good, but I did find a few words to share with you...
Weary.... as this year closes, I think we are all weary. Of politicians making false promises that they will never keep, blaming someone else for all the wrongs that need to be righted, and inciting their followers to violence in the name of 'culture'. We are weary of the cost of living going up and up and up and the bribery, corruption and embezzlement that is happening daily. We are weary of listening to the radio and hearing the same pleas about road safety over the festive season. This year alone, as I type this (and remember that we are only half way through the travelling period as there is still the homeward journey to do), our Christmas death toll is 16% up on last year's figures. So far since the 16 December, over 767 road deaths have been recorded. Read that aloud. We have not had any traumatic events like a tsunami, an earthquake, cyclones, tornadoes, volcanoes erupting. No, these deaths are purely due to human error. Unroadworthy vehicles, overloaded vehicles, drunk drivers, speed, overtaking on solid white lines. Add to that pedestrians that are too drunk to walk straight so they veer into the road, or pedestrians running across double lane highways. Just to let you know... 'we have the world's poorest road safety record'.... and that was a direct quote.
And guess what? It will happen again next year and the year after.... ad nauseum.
My second word to share with you is yearn.
Another word that sums up a very strong feeling in us all. I yearn for an end to poaching, to murder, to child rape and molesting, to any animal cruelty whatsoever. We have one of the worst Animal Rights Programmes in the world. Our animal shelters are overflowing with unwanted and abandoned animals, our roads are littered with carcasses, especially after New Year's Eve when fireworks send hundreds of domestic animals crazy enough to jump through plate glass windows. I yearn for an end to 'demands', protests that turn violent, looting and destruction of property. I yearn for the farmers in this country to be free to farm without having to look over their shoulders and carry rifles, to be safe in their homes and not to have razor wire, spotlights and guard dogs keeping them safe while they sleep.
Finally, the word pray. That needs no explanation...... but are we too late?
But, is it all doom and gloom??? The word 'happy' is there, as is 'yay'. Both are good words, but they are lost in the overwhelming chaos around us.
This is not my usual jolly writing, but I think sometimes the truth needs to be shared before we put our rose-coloured spectacles on again and try to look forward with confidence.
Maybe it's time for a new year with new hopes and positive outcomes.....
Let's all hope that 2019 is a year that we shall look back on with pleasure!
As Alfie would say
'Repay when yap!'

Monday, 24 December 2018

That's a Wrap!

I shall never unwrap a gift, recklessly ripping off the paper and tossing it to one side, again, without thinking of the person who carefully wrapped and stuck for me! Mind you, these days I tend to use, re-use and re-use again, those clever paper bags that hold anything from wine bottles to tiny gifts of perfume and biltong!

And why am I carrying on about this? Read on.....

A couple of weeks ago, Ronel (the angel behind the Animal Lighthouse Shelter. Remember we delivered gifts for the animals in the Red-Nose Combi?) sent out an appeal for 'wrappers'... not 'rappers' I hasten to add, but people who would willingly and happily give up a few hours to stand outside Checkers store in the Weskus Mall and wrap gifts for charity. The animal charity that was offered the spot in the first place couldn't find enough volunteers (now I don't wonder why not....) so Ronel was next in line and she jumped at the chance.

I actually questioned why? Surely we wouldn't get any money and I knew from standing at Markets how little money came to us. But she said that we could make thousands of rand, at least five thousand and it would all come to her shelter in the form of vouchers to be used at Checkers.
And so she began...... begging, pleading, asking on Facebook for volunteers to work in shifts, one from 9 to 1 and one from 1 to 6!!

Guess what? A friend of mine from Bookclub put her name down, so I thought 'Ok, I shall join her, it will be fun'!!!

Fun?

Well.
Here are a few tips for anybody that is ready to volunteer for wrapping. I am not talking about the few little gifts that you can do sitting with a cup of coffee at home and no stress.

Me behind Jeannie... still smiling... we had just started!

Wednesday, 19 December 2018

Santa's Red-Nosed Combi!

Here we are again... the countdown to Christmas Day is now in single figures and I keep thinking 'just two weeks to go and the visitors will be heading home and hopefully we can get back to normal'..... isn't that awful of me?

But, even our residents are driving like lunatics and last evening Rob strode off down the road to have a word with a neighbour's son who had gone past our house at about 70 kph instead of the 40 kph that is the speed limit in our village. But he had to wait his turn to complain because there was a neighbour in front of him doing exactly the same thing!! And the reason/excuse for his hurry?? He was 'late'.......

Anyway... back to the reason for this post, probably the last for 2018 but I shall try to squeeze one in before the end of the year.

You will remember (how could you possibly forget?) that I have been collecting for Santa Paws, plus an extra 13 gifts that were pledged via the website. Rob and I bought food and then last week a friend and I spent the morning spending more money on blankets, toys and bowls. These were all sorted into the bags and loaded into the Combi on Saturday morning.

A lovely sight!

It was Time!!

On the way to Animal Lighthouse we spent the balance of the money on more bags of food and poor Alfie (I had told him that he couldn't come but of course dad said 'yes') was sort of squeezed in between bags and boxes!

See Alfie peeping over the seat?

And we met the Cape Town delivery at the shelter. We all helped to unload goodies from food to flea and tick chews, with a few large plastic 'shells' for water in the camps. Colleen's bread nearly joined the pile but she kept her eyes open and locked her car before I could grab her shopping! Wow, what a lot of supplies we had for Ronel, and of course we were mobbed by a carpet of kittens, some of whom ended up in the Combi with Alfie...... but we had to leave them behind.

From left to right.. Me, Ronel with kittens and Colleen. Check the hats!

It is always an emotional time dealing with animals, but at least we know that for a few months at least, Ronel won't have to worry about food for them.

I just wish that we could have delivered some gift-wrapped elves to help her clean and build and fix everything that needs doing.

Maybe next year......


Thursday, 6 December 2018

A Bouquet to Pick n Pay!

I know that I have mentioned our 'Load Shedding' (aka rolling blackouts) before, and told you the (by now) stale joke about Eskom and candles.... and guess what...here we go again, the Dark Ages are here just in time for Christmas!! Eskom apologises profusely (ha ha ha) and blames a whole lot of things, but basically it is sheer incompetence and overspending on parties and salaries that is the main cause.

Anyway, what with that, plus inflation running at about 94%, petrol increasing every month, a severe lack of water, an increase in murder and mayhem, the future looks pretty bleak!

But, every now and then, just sometimes, I am surprised and overwhelmed by those small acts of kindness. Those people who restore my faith in humaity for just a little while.

Read on...........
This is the second year that I have been involved with a wonderful Animal Charity that is called 'Santa Cause for Paws'. Basically they collect gifts for shelter animals, and towards Christmas time they visit the shelters and hand out all the delicious and useful things that have been gift-wrapped, or put into bags. Because there was no 'Drop-off' place here in my area last year, I volunteered to be a Main Drop-Off, and our neighbour who owns the local plant nursery, was co-erced into being a Minor Drop-Off (by me of course!! Thanks Phillip!) I am sad to say, Vredenburg was a little slow  again, but I did receive some wonderful boxes and bags from friends, as well as receiving some gifts that were pledged through the web-site.

Now, some people want to give a box of goodies, but do not have the time or the energy to go off and shop! So they can pledge money and then the volunteers have the most enjoyable time buying food, blankets, toys and useful stuff!

This year I am also shopping for 23 dogs and cats from pledges that came for Animal Lighthouse, the local shelter that is run by one person!

Each animal, 10 dogs and 13 cats, has to have individual gifts with a tag attached to give the name of the animal and the name of the person who sent the gift. That left me with a quandary..... how to pack all the things? Boxes? Bags?

Then bingo! A plan!

Yesterday, being Wednesday,  we went shopping. Our Pick n Pay stores (we have two now, our usual 'go to' store in Vredenburg and a new super-store in the Mall). Yes, we have a Mall! Grabbing the re-usable shopping bags gave me an idea. Maybe if I asked nicely, Pick n Pay would donate 23 bags for my gift packing?

Greg, our local Pick n Pay Manager.

Off to find the owner. He was not available at either store, but at the Mall I spoke to the Manager, Greg Holloway. After I had explained my mission (I had already spent over a thousand rand on dry and tinned food alone in Vredenburg) he immediately said
 'How many bags do you want? Does it matter what colour?'

Ready to be packed next week! That will be fun!

And we left with a rainbow of coloured bags!

As the advert goes.... Give that man a Bells!

I could have hugged him.... but I am sure that he would have preferred the Bells!