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Transitory Friends

I grew up in a tiny transitory town. When I say ‘transitory’ I mean, people left there. A lot. It’s a mining town which meant loads of transfers. I remember being in a class of twenty seven kids one day, hearing that a mine shaft was closing, and the following day four kids had left the school. It was as quick and as common as that. The town only has one main road, still does. But when I was a youngster, we used to have awesome stores down the main street, owned by various calibre and class of people. My province, The Free State, somehow ended up as a melting pot for Mediterranean ex-pats who moved to South Africa. I had plenty of Greek/Cypriot and Portuguese friends. A few Italians too. Their parents owned butchers and bakers and dry-cleaners and cafĂ©’s. One Italian family owned a fine seafood restaurant that at a stage was voted the best in the country. And we all greeted these people by name. They knew us. We were friends with their kids, regardless of age gaps. They sent us tr

Scary television

I like scary tv. I mean, crap-in-your-pants-a-little scary. And sometimes, in between hiding my head under the covers, there are little pearls in amongst the scariness. Watching Bates Motel recently, I came across a sad scene where Norman Bates (of Psycho fame) is told my his teacher, Miss Watson, that he "gets it." Remembering that Norman Bates is completely off his rocker, one would hope I stopped listening there, but no. I did not. What does Norman "get?" Well, that we aren't meant to be happy in this life. And that was the exact moment I realised that Miss Watson was psycho too.   Luckily, shortly after this scene, Norman kills her. Well, unluckily for her. My husband constantly asks, "Why do you watch this shit?" He claims it freaks him out, makes him have bad dreams and that old cliche, 'real life is bad enough.' But looking at Norman and Miss Bates, I wondered why someone would write something so pathetically sad and intrinsically agains

The 'Me' in the 'We'

There are quite a few popular links doing the social-media rounds at the moment on the topic of marriage. These have all got me thinking. You have that giddy “I can't wait to be with you every day for the rest of my life” feeling leading up to the BIG day. You have that “I am so glad you’re mine” feeling for a few days/weeks/months after the BIG day. But then one morning you wake up and look at the person next to you in bed and realise: Oh. Heck. This. Is. Forever. FOR. EVER. Love is not enough in that moment. Marriage is not for cowards. It takes a seriously brave person to be willing to commit to one person for the rest of their life. Anyone can be happy to flit around when the going gets tough from person to person. Even our pastor told us in pre-marital counselling that “any dog can jump from bitch to bitch.” It’s true. To wake up on the high days and low days next to the same mug and still be willing to wake up next to them tomorrow again, that takes some effort. And cour

Heroes and Villains

The world needs a few more heroes and a lot less villains, if you ask me. But sadly even in the world of comic books, the superheroes are usually outnumbered. Batman has numerous enemies, Superman fights evil in various forms, Wolverine, Spiderman, the Avengers… you name it. They may have one particularly famous ‘arch nemesis’ but essentially, they are pitted against numerous foes and need to show their superior strength and ability in defeating these foes. Our world lost a superhero last week. And not a single newspaper (that I could find,) reported on it. For a couple of months now, I've been working on getting my husband’s company a little more socially responsible, at his request. Hubby is a generous person, but he doesn’t believe in throwing money at a problem or into a black hole with out accountability. He wants to physically see improvements and where the money is going. Hence the fact that their social responsibility takes a lot of finessing, as so many of the organis