17 days since my last post. Which was the night before Crumble (or involuntary school hols for 4... no, make that 2 weeks). And 151 days since my first COVID post.
We watched "Back to the future" the other night. It's funny seeing what they thought 2020 would hold. Self-drying clothes, hoverboards, flying cars. Definitely not coronavirus! Or Beirut blowing up, the Mont Blanc glacier about to fall over, Trump's border wall falling over and let me see? Heatwaves in the UK, SpaceX taking the first manned US flight to the moon, unattended Grand Prix races or even the 75th anniversary of Hiroshima. It's all pretty wild.
My quads are quaking after a gentle stroll up the Jeep Track to the dams on the top of Table Mountain, a snack, then a quick descent down Cecilia Ridge. It was a good 14km round trip. But darn, two days of "ouch!" and "ow" every time I sit or stand up. It's embarrassing! The kids are fine although the teen did zing her ankle a bit scrambling downhill.
It's been a good long weekend for getting out - TM on Friday, Berg River Dam on Sat, pouring rain all of Sunday (we watched the spectatorless GP) and then off to the West Coast National Park tomorrow. No idea if we'll see flowers but we will see some friends. Those COVID bubbles seem to be expanding. And then kids back to school on Tuesday.
2020 definitely hopped the tracks. I'm still confused. Looking for the custard to top off the Crumble. It feels like a lot of crumble right now.
Final scrambled thought as today is Women's Day. You might "strike a woman, strike a rock" but no woman is a rock. We all crumble. Thinking of D who is brave and standing up despite a man who has betrayed her and a car accident last night. Praying for S who is living courageously raising daughters in a tough nation. Remembering all my precious C's.
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