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Tim is still in hospital, I am planning to fly down on Thursday.

On Saturday I went to the quilting exhibition to help out. Saturday had the most perfect weather. We were under a gazebo, and it was such a great relaxing day. I met some wonderful people and found out about a Quilter’s Guild near to me. So, next month I will be there!

The quilts were hung between the trees, so it was a really romantic setting.

Enjoy the pictures.

Tim update no 3

Tim is back in hospital, he left on Monday and was back in on Wednesday night. He had respiratory distress.

He has had platelet and blood transfusions. And Coralie does not know when he is coming out.

Poor little munchkin.

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Yesterday was Hertitage Day - AKA Braai Day (BBQ Day). We had Michael's dad, Peter over for - yes, you guessed it, a braai. It was a good afternoon. I really enjoyed myself.


I am working at a quilt show tomorrow at Uncle Tim's Cabin, an old fashioned shopping centre near us. And can you believe it, Ian is not working. He has decided he will paint the balcony railings off of our bedroom. And other household tasks.

Does anyone have any idea why I cannot post in FB? I can comment only.

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Yes, Anna, spot the mistake again!! The same mistake 2 quilts running!

Tim update no 2

Tim left the hospital yesterday afternoon. Coralie sounded pretty happy. I think that had a lot to do with the fact the nursing staff told her to go home and get some sleep, which she did, she must have had an uninterrupted 6 or so hours. So she feels a lot stronger.

Tim update no 1

Tim is in hospital in Paarl, his platelet count dropped rapidly to 2 - is that a real number? Holy Moly! But Coralie is very happy with the hospital and says he is well looked after and the staff are lovely! (What a change from government hospitals in this country – there it is a-fend-for-yourself)!

I am positive he will be okay and as usual he is in good hands.

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It is terrible to say, but I have had a lovely few days, yesterday I drove 50 kms one way to a quilting show, it was not very big - the town was smller - ha - but it was lovely to get out and drive mainly on the highway on my own.

I did spend a little money. One thread, two half meters of fabric and a fat quarter.

Today I have been sewing a quilt top for Ian's mom. I believe we are seeing her on the 3rd (I think). So slight panic stations - it is nearly done! This was not the plan, my plan was to not spend money and use my 'works in progress' to continue quilting - but I had to break out new material! Things never go to plan.

Courtney is having her 21st birthday on that weekend, so we are flying down.

Apparently Ian's ex, Melanie, has between 6 to 12 months to live - a reduction on her last estimate from the Dr. I can see Ian is shocked, well I am too, but he is very quiet. She is not yet 40 - so it is pretty bad, and as her youngest daughter is about 12, this is not good, nor expected.

Tim is driving his parents crazy - they are not getting enough sleep and last time I spoke to Coralie she was beside herself. Henk took him to the hospital the last time on his own - I never thought he could do it. So he is a lot tougher than I thought!

love to you all

xxxxx

A380 revisited

Do you remember when we went to see the A380?

Well, my kids and I have a special relationship that no-one really understands; we have conversations that don’t include anyone else, and most cannot follow. Our own shorthand if you will.

I was reading Marmite Toasty, and realized she has the same relationship with her kids. You just get the giggles together, and egg each other on and land up in ‘disgrace’ – not in your head; you are having far too much fun to notice!

Back to the A380…. (I didn’t digress much, did I?)

We meet up, as arranged, and park in the car park that Ian suggests, remember he works at the airport so he knows the ropes.

Now as I cannot re-direct you to the photos and the original story, I have to give you a run down. Iblog has killed my blog.

Ian, myself, Coralie and Sean, and then Peter (Coralie’s ex’s dad) went.

So we arrive at the end of a queue – a long queue, we cannot see where we are supposed to get to – the security office is around a bend.

“Oh, no” says Coral, “This chap has been here since 1941, we are going to be ages!” The chap in front of us has a jeep tee shirt on, but only has 1941 printed on the back. The giggles start. Including the chap, who now is over hearing our conversation and smiling. But does not look at us.

So, we 3 get bored, good thing Ian and Peter were deep in conversation, as we were behaving like children – ha ha!

I start telling Coralie a story – another digression to explain – Coralie popped around to our house whilst she and Michael were breaking up with some dagga, dope, marijuana, whatever you call it in your home. She made up some smokes (I don't know what you call them, actually)– my first time ever – at 43 trying my first drugs. Well, it was amusing, but not like I am going to put myself out finding the stuff.

Anyway, Sean was not there, so I sent him an SMS, or Text message saying ‘we have dope’. He does not respond, I think what a shame (or stupid dude, I am not sure). Anyway when I do see him he says he thought I can’t spell and meant to say ‘we have dop’ (Afrikaans slang for alcoholic drink).

So of course we are roaring with laughter, waiting in the queue and the chap in front, and his lady friend are trying not to bust a gut listening to us.

Needless to say, once we had started to entertain the crowd, oh dear we are incorrigible; we were on a roll.

Sorry I cannot remember more of the conversation, but let me tell you, we should start a troupe – Sean is the funniest – he just cannot help but be funny.

And Marmite Toasty’s fun Saturday reminded me of that time, except I didn’t try to run over and give a guy a heart attack – ha! Maybe I can work that into my next blog account of ‘Things I Did Over the Summer’. And I can also say ‘Don’t make me angry – I have a tattoo’, not that I have one!!

Patch update - briefly

Patch was euthanised yesterday, she had back end paralysis. It was on and off, but she kept falling over, which was distressing for all of us. She could not get up the steps to get into the house any longer.

She went peacefully and bravely. I talked her through it, and she just faded out. I told her how everyone loved her and how everyone would be sad. I sat with her for a while afterwards feeling her lush coat, and wishing we could have just given her a new body.

She was 15, and a beautiful soul.

I am missing her, I keep thinking about her and looking for her.

At the same time I am relived, I think this has been hanging over me for a long time; to have to make the decision.

(that photo is pretty old, she was a lot more white, and I haven't a clue what she is doing there)!

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I am a doff animal mom, I have forgotten to give my doggy water twice this last week, I should be fired from dog duty! I really feel guilty about it as it hasn't crossed my mind to check her bowl. I am happily buzzing about doing my own thing, mentally miles away!

Henk flew to Johannesburg to fetch a car. He arrived yesterday and leaves today, I think. They need the car so badly and have been offered a swap with a car they own here in Johannesburg that is actually in pieces. Sounds like it might be a bargain. Sean is meeting up with him today to see if it needs a quick service before driving back to Cape Town.

I have sent stuff to go to CT with Henk for them all.