Disappointment, not a good place to be
Wondering, what if it was me?
What did I do when I was there
in that place he's in right now?
I have my expectations,
And it's not really that much
But I did have my opinion
Of who I can and cannot trust.
It's not that it's so serious
it's not even a big thing
But when I'm disappointed
By you, it really hurts.
I have my hope set high
For what you will become
But don't believe that you
Can do it your own way.
You may think you can fool us
You think your Dad is dumb
But fate has ways to turn around
And now see what you've done?
It's not the end of time
Nor the end of our worlds
But this will change the way
We do things from here on.
Salagatle!
LIU - Look It Up!
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Disappointment
Disappointment in life is, well, difficult to work through. I know we all disappoint someone sometime. if I think back, I was a big disapointment to my Dad plenty of times. But when it happens to you, well, it's not so good.
What to do about it though? We set expectations of each other. We set expectations of ourselves. But if you don't meet your own expectation it's acceptable, in a way. It's just a realignment of your own expectation. But when you are let down by someone else, it's different. Like your kids. You set up limits / expectations / parameters within which they operate. Some would say you prepare them for life, by teaching them that there are restrictions, there is responsibility.
based on their ongoing delivery against your expectation, you grow to trust them. You relax some of your conservativeness, and allow them more space. Till they disappoint you. Then what? What do you do? Scream and shout, throw your toys, swear? Beat them? Send them to their room till you have had a chance to calm down and then discuss the issue with them.
I don't know the answer, and I suppose it's dependent on the severity of the transgression, but suffice to say that as a parent these times are the ones that test us. I suppose, coming from my background, I suffer from mixed feelings about this. My Dad would just have beat the crap out of me, and I would have got the message. It didn't mean I corrected the fault, it just meant I didn't get caught again.
Another factor for me is that I left home when I was 16. So, I wasn't parented after that - Yea, Mom and Dad were there to help me, and advise me, but basically I was out there, doing it my way. Which means I don't really know how a parent should treat a "living at home scholar" teenager of 16 yrs more or less......
I know none of this is making much sense, but it's just me getting rid of some stuff. Disappointment. Not an easy place to be.
Salagatle!
What to do about it though? We set expectations of each other. We set expectations of ourselves. But if you don't meet your own expectation it's acceptable, in a way. It's just a realignment of your own expectation. But when you are let down by someone else, it's different. Like your kids. You set up limits / expectations / parameters within which they operate. Some would say you prepare them for life, by teaching them that there are restrictions, there is responsibility.
based on their ongoing delivery against your expectation, you grow to trust them. You relax some of your conservativeness, and allow them more space. Till they disappoint you. Then what? What do you do? Scream and shout, throw your toys, swear? Beat them? Send them to their room till you have had a chance to calm down and then discuss the issue with them.
I don't know the answer, and I suppose it's dependent on the severity of the transgression, but suffice to say that as a parent these times are the ones that test us. I suppose, coming from my background, I suffer from mixed feelings about this. My Dad would just have beat the crap out of me, and I would have got the message. It didn't mean I corrected the fault, it just meant I didn't get caught again.
Another factor for me is that I left home when I was 16. So, I wasn't parented after that - Yea, Mom and Dad were there to help me, and advise me, but basically I was out there, doing it my way. Which means I don't really know how a parent should treat a "living at home scholar" teenager of 16 yrs more or less......
I know none of this is making much sense, but it's just me getting rid of some stuff. Disappointment. Not an easy place to be.
Salagatle!
Friday, October 26, 2007
Why men don't write advice columns
received this email from a friend:-
Dear Walter:
I hope you can help me here. The other day I set off for work leaving my husband in the house watching the TV as usual. I hadn't gone more than a mile down the road when my engine conked out and the car shuddered to a halt. I walked back home to get my husband's help. When I got home I couldn't believe my eyes. He was in the bedroom with a neighbor lady making mad passionate love to her. I am 32, my husband is 34 and we have been married for twelve years. When I confronted him, he broke down and admitted that he'd been having an affair for the past six months.
I told him to stop or I would leave him. He was let go from his job six months ago and he says he has been feeling increasingly depressed and worthless. I love him very much, but ever since I gave him the ultimatum he has become increasingly distant. I don't feel I can get through to him anymore.
Can you please help?
Sincerely,
Mrs.. Sheila Usk
Dear Sheila:
A car stalling after being driven a short distance can be caused by a variety of faults with the engine. Start by checking that there is no debris in the fuel line. If it is clear, check the jubilee clips holding the vacuum pipes onto the inlet manifold. If none of these approaches solves the problem, it could be that the fuel pump itself is faulty, causing low delivery pressure to the carburetor float chamber.
I hope this helps.
Walter
Salagatle!
Dear Walter:
I hope you can help me here. The other day I set off for work leaving my husband in the house watching the TV as usual. I hadn't gone more than a mile down the road when my engine conked out and the car shuddered to a halt. I walked back home to get my husband's help. When I got home I couldn't believe my eyes. He was in the bedroom with a neighbor lady making mad passionate love to her. I am 32, my husband is 34 and we have been married for twelve years. When I confronted him, he broke down and admitted that he'd been having an affair for the past six months.
I told him to stop or I would leave him. He was let go from his job six months ago and he says he has been feeling increasingly depressed and worthless. I love him very much, but ever since I gave him the ultimatum he has become increasingly distant. I don't feel I can get through to him anymore.
Can you please help?
Sincerely,
Mrs.. Sheila Usk
Dear Sheila:
A car stalling after being driven a short distance can be caused by a variety of faults with the engine. Start by checking that there is no debris in the fuel line. If it is clear, check the jubilee clips holding the vacuum pipes onto the inlet manifold. If none of these approaches solves the problem, it could be that the fuel pump itself is faulty, causing low delivery pressure to the carburetor float chamber.
I hope this helps.
Walter
Salagatle!
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Emotional Turmoil - I
It was whilst I was sitting in the church, looking around at the other mourners, and waiting for the service to start that my head went into overdrive. WHAT THE FUCK?
Man, what are we doing here? What is it all for? For those who believe in God, there is the expectation of a life hereafter. The belief is that even though we mourn their passing, we believe that they have moved on to a better place, and so we take comfort in this.
But who's to say? I suppose to a certain extent I am questioning my own belief, but then why shouldn't we? What if there is nothing after death? What if all we have been taught as Christians is false? Just the musings of some clever con artists, perpetuated over time, and which grew into this international thing that drives and controls the lives of millions of followers each day?
The minister preaches about the passing into heaven. great, you think, the old man's better off there then, not that he had it badly here but....
Yet, is it really there? For someone like me, it's a twixt and tween situation. I'm to scared not to believe in case it is true, and if you get it wrong here you're basically fucked after. So what's the harm then in believing, and hoping that there is an after life. Once you die it's either:-
Thank God I did it right, and now I'm here to enjoy it all, or
There's nothing, and you don't know any better cause your dead!
Then there are the service prayers. They are all prescribed (this was a Catholic Church funeral), so the preacher reads them off from a book. Prescribed, boring, outdated. Why can't we be more original, speak from the heart, say whats to be said in our own words? I think that's more like it happens in the newer charismatic churches, and for me that's maybe the way to go.
Then it's over. The pall bearers walk the coffin out, it's put into the hearse, and then it's gone. Everyone lines up to meet and greet the family, then each other, and then everyone goes into the hall for tea and cake.
Are you really sorry? And if so, what are you sorry for? You didn't do anything to the old guy did you? Yet, everyone says "Hi, I'm sorry about your Dad" or something to that effect, and the family member responds with "Thank you, thanx for coming".
Fuck it. My words were,
"I'm so glad I got to see him on Sunday afternoon before he died, and he's better off now, no more suffering!"
FUCK - what did you say! Are you mental, how can you say that.
Well it's easy, cause that's how I feel. That's what I was thinking. Yea, I'll miss him, he was a great old guy, one of my late Dad's best friends. I've known him forever, and now he's gone. But, I'm glad that seeing as he had to go, it was quick, and he didn't have to suffer (or his family for that matter) for months on end.
Maybe I'm the one that's got it wrong, but then I'm the one who in his last days prayed for my Dad to die! Not that i didn't want him around, but cause I wanted an end to his suffering. That's the reality of it.
BTW - My sister was also there. No conversation passed between us. No problem.
Many other Italians were there, many of them getting on in years. Almost none of which I have any contact with, or with their children, so when they die I may, or may not get to know, and get to attend their services, and thereafter, I probably will never have any contact with their children again. Sad. These are the pioneers of the 50's, the "brothers in arms" with my parents. But, we young one's just didn't have the same "history" that united us, so in most cases we hardly know each other.
I still have more questions than answers, and much crap floating around the brain. But, maybe more later.
Salagatle!
Man, what are we doing here? What is it all for? For those who believe in God, there is the expectation of a life hereafter. The belief is that even though we mourn their passing, we believe that they have moved on to a better place, and so we take comfort in this.
But who's to say? I suppose to a certain extent I am questioning my own belief, but then why shouldn't we? What if there is nothing after death? What if all we have been taught as Christians is false? Just the musings of some clever con artists, perpetuated over time, and which grew into this international thing that drives and controls the lives of millions of followers each day?
The minister preaches about the passing into heaven. great, you think, the old man's better off there then, not that he had it badly here but....
Yet, is it really there? For someone like me, it's a twixt and tween situation. I'm to scared not to believe in case it is true, and if you get it wrong here you're basically fucked after. So what's the harm then in believing, and hoping that there is an after life. Once you die it's either:-
Thank God I did it right, and now I'm here to enjoy it all, or
There's nothing, and you don't know any better cause your dead!
Then there are the service prayers. They are all prescribed (this was a Catholic Church funeral), so the preacher reads them off from a book. Prescribed, boring, outdated. Why can't we be more original, speak from the heart, say whats to be said in our own words? I think that's more like it happens in the newer charismatic churches, and for me that's maybe the way to go.
Then it's over. The pall bearers walk the coffin out, it's put into the hearse, and then it's gone. Everyone lines up to meet and greet the family, then each other, and then everyone goes into the hall for tea and cake.
Are you really sorry? And if so, what are you sorry for? You didn't do anything to the old guy did you? Yet, everyone says "Hi, I'm sorry about your Dad" or something to that effect, and the family member responds with "Thank you, thanx for coming".
Fuck it. My words were,
"I'm so glad I got to see him on Sunday afternoon before he died, and he's better off now, no more suffering!"
FUCK - what did you say! Are you mental, how can you say that.
Well it's easy, cause that's how I feel. That's what I was thinking. Yea, I'll miss him, he was a great old guy, one of my late Dad's best friends. I've known him forever, and now he's gone. But, I'm glad that seeing as he had to go, it was quick, and he didn't have to suffer (or his family for that matter) for months on end.
Maybe I'm the one that's got it wrong, but then I'm the one who in his last days prayed for my Dad to die! Not that i didn't want him around, but cause I wanted an end to his suffering. That's the reality of it.
BTW - My sister was also there. No conversation passed between us. No problem.
Many other Italians were there, many of them getting on in years. Almost none of which I have any contact with, or with their children, so when they die I may, or may not get to know, and get to attend their services, and thereafter, I probably will never have any contact with their children again. Sad. These are the pioneers of the 50's, the "brothers in arms" with my parents. But, we young one's just didn't have the same "history" that united us, so in most cases we hardly know each other.
I still have more questions than answers, and much crap floating around the brain. But, maybe more later.
Salagatle!
Regarding this day
This morning I attended the funeral for Zio Berardo. To this end I have a shit load of stuff in my head I'm working through. From the funearl I went to a Sector planning session which will last the rest of today. Not my idea of fun, and normally a total waste of time, but must be done.
So, more later then.
Salagatle!
So, more later then.
Salagatle!
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Edit the HTML
I'm getting especially brave now, editing the HTML. Well, trying to. have made the left column stuff narrower, and the main blog stuff wider.
Will continue to trial and error.
Salagatle!
Will continue to trial and error.
Salagatle!
To the emigrants of the 50's
Packing up and leaving,
yet, you were so young,
Off to an adventure
Off, to lands so far.
Leaving behind your family
and everything you know
Going to darkest Africa
Going to where, you don't know
Speaking foreign languages
These young men were brave
Not for them the comforts of home
Not for them the drab.
Africa in the 50's was
just the place to be.
Work was always available
Even for you and me.
Even through the 60's,
70's and 80's too, you
never considered returning
this now was home to you.
You are the true African
for in your heart you knew
Never to return to Italy
was what you chose to do.
We who remain here now
Wonder at this choice,
For even as I write this
Decisions to leave are made.
It is no longer friendly
And no, it's not my race
It's got to do with criminals
And with the race for space.
The true frontier was conquered
By you, and those like you
Our frontiers now are different
Ours are all man made.
Oh how I wish for wisdom
Like yours when you were young
To know then what you wanted
To know where you would succumb.
Salagatle!
It seems I am
now able to manipulate my blog again, this time in Explorer....
I'll hang on to Firefox though, as it's user friendly, and maybe next time Explorer goes wonky on me I'll revert again.
Salagatle!
I'll hang on to Firefox though, as it's user friendly, and maybe next time Explorer goes wonky on me I'll revert again.
Salagatle!
Rugby World Cup - 2007
Real supporters !!! (I think this pic dates back a few years - maybe to 1995)
Spotted in K'dorp West (where else?) BMW convertible, with springbok on the bonnet, on in the passanger seat, and a flag tied to the aerial.....
Great shirt (even if it does refer to the rugby 7's.....)
Time for glory!
A proud moment for all South Africans!!By now all of this is history, but I still want to have my say around the events of the past week or so in South Africa.
Once we had won the semi-final, all hell broke loose! Everyone had to have a rugby shirt, everyone had to have a flag. The people went moggy with the whole concept of us winning the world cup for a second time.
Roadside hawkers were doing a brisk trade. Flags went from ZAR100 on one day, to ZAR150 the next. People were booing the Metro police who had shut down a shop selling counterfeit shirts before they could buy one.
Schools and corporates around the country declared Friday "Green and Gold" day. That is, the day before the final, everyone would go to their respective places wearing their memorabilia. Second hand car dealers were displaying green and gold balloons. I even saw a sign outside a farm stall, green background with "peaches" written in gold!!!
Petrol jockeys were dressed accordingly, and Steers, a local fast food outlet was selling "Green Burgers" Literally! The bread bun was green!
Everyone was talking about having green blood in their veins. All of a sudden we were a united South Africa. People from all walks of life, rich & poor, Black / white / coloured / Indian / Asian, men & women, children & adults..... everyone united behind our team.
Newspapers changed their colours for the green and gold. Every front page for the week carried stories of the rugby game coming. People were fighting for seats on any flight out of RSA to France. Tickets on E Bay were trading for over ZAR15000!!!!!
Plans were made for big outdoor events, with big screens, plenty alcohol, much partying....
The fact that we had beaten England 36-0 earlier in the tournament gave SA the feeling of invincibility for the final. There was no way we could lose this one.
On the day the Springboks didn't disappoint. Winning 15-6 was great, even if we didn't score a try. It was a hard game, partly scrappy, but well managed by the ref, (I thought).
Much jubilation was had by all, and on the drive home after there were hundreds of revellers all over the place. Fireworks, hooters blowing, alcohol flowing.
Sunday's papers were explosive with all the information.
We were the world rugby champions, our coach was voted coach of the year, Brian Habana was voted player of the year.
This morning, Tuesday, the Springboks arrived back in South Africa at about 7am. OR Tambo airport was chaos. People had been asked to come there to give the Boks a resounding welcome. Some people had slept there overnight just to ensure that they got close to the stage.
It was well attended, but calls in to the radio station was mostly complaints because between the press, and the police (security) it was almost impossible to see the players. Pity, because the welcome home was supposed to be an affair for the supporters, not the press. They were having a press meeting after.
All's well that ends well though, and there are plans for ticket parades in Johannesburg, Pretoria, and Cape Town later this week. Maybe Durban and Bloemfontein will get a look too.
The the Bokke - You did us proud. Thank you for all your efforts. Thank you for your sacrifices made over the past 4 years. Yes at times we did doubt you, but in the end, you proved the doubters wrong. You are the worlds best. All of you.
Salagatle!
I had to post this
Received from the princess:-
He didn't like the casserole
And he didn't like my cake.
My biscuits were too hard..
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn't perk the coffee right
He didn't like the stew,
I didn't mend his socks
The way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue.
Then I turned around and smacked him...
Like his Mother used to do.
Salagatle!
He didn't like the casseroleAnd he didn't like my cake.
My biscuits were too hard..
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn't perk the coffee right
He didn't like the stew,
I didn't mend his socks
The way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue.
Then I turned around and smacked him...
Like his Mother used to do.
Salagatle!
Monday, October 22, 2007
In case you were wondering
I haven't been sitting here typing all these posts just now. I spent some time last night preparing them for posting this morning...
I still have to compile one on the world cup rugby, and the grand finale!
Just had a smoke break with one of the execs. (yup, some of them are not afraid to be seen fraternising with the likes of me), and he says there is a request coming from head office in the UK for me to front on of the mega deals coming down.... Interesting!
So the guys over there recognise my value, but the local management don't / can't / won't....!
Also, I have now received the signed 20 pound note from the VP in the UK who lost a bet with me... Thanx!
I'll frame it and send him a pic!
Salagatle!
I still have to compile one on the world cup rugby, and the grand finale!
Just had a smoke break with one of the execs. (yup, some of them are not afraid to be seen fraternising with the likes of me), and he says there is a request coming from head office in the UK for me to front on of the mega deals coming down.... Interesting!
So the guys over there recognise my value, but the local management don't / can't / won't....!
Also, I have now received the signed 20 pound note from the VP in the UK who lost a bet with me... Thanx!
I'll frame it and send him a pic!
Salagatle!
F1 - Ferrari / Kimi
yesterday saw the final race for the year for F1. With high hopes (for the British anyway) everyone expected the newcomer to win. Well, sorry for you. I called it right, and Ferrari had a first and second place win, thereby securing the manufacturers / constructors title (even though McLaren had all their points docked for cheating earlier in the year), and Kimi won the drivers championship by driving the race of his life. Hamilton didn't have a hope, and after his gearbox failed (so they say), he was never going to be in it. However, having said that, he did come back from 18th to 7th place over all, which means he is a good driver, and from next season I think he's going to be a big player, but the rookie was never going to win it this year. And now he's no longer a rookie.
Well done Ferrari, and well done Kimi.
There was much excitement in my house hold. Not that we watch every race or anything, but we knew it was down to the wire, and that always makes for a good final.
BTW- The England lost in the soccer, rugby, and F1! Wonder if they still have a darts team we can challenge?
Salagatle!
Well done Ferrari, and well done Kimi.
There was much excitement in my house hold. Not that we watch every race or anything, but we knew it was down to the wire, and that always makes for a good final.
BTW- The England lost in the soccer, rugby, and F1! Wonder if they still have a darts team we can challenge?
Salagatle!
Also on Saturday
because LuckyL was away on your, and GMan wasn't around (where the hell was he?) I tried to move the partly completed bar counter on my own, with serious consequences.
Damn thing broke in two places!!!
So I had to redo the first of the broken joints, and will do the second one this coming weekend.
What a pity. But, I have learned a thing or two, and maybe it just means I will have a better product at the end of it.
Salagatle!
Damn thing broke in two places!!!So I had to redo the first of the broken joints, and will do the second one this coming weekend.
What a pity. But, I have learned a thing or two, and maybe it just means I will have a better product at the end of it.
Salagatle!
My brothers quads
My brother get the repaired quad back from the engineering company who offered to straighten the bent frame for him. Seems like they did a good job, and after spray painting the repairs, he reassembled it.
Called to say that initial test drives prove positive. Might have to replace another part or two, but the expensive part was refurbished / repaired.
Good.
repaired and resprayed..... Looking good.
Rebuilt..... And now for the test drive.....
Salagatle!
My brother get the repaired quad back from the engineering company who offered to straighten the bent frame for him. Seems like they did a good job, and after spray painting the repairs, he reassembled it.
Called to say that initial test drives prove positive. Might have to replace another part or two, but the expensive part was refurbished / repaired.
Good.
Called to say that initial test drives prove positive. Might have to replace another part or two, but the expensive part was refurbished / repaired.
Good.
repaired and resprayed..... Looking good.
Rebuilt..... And now for the test drive.....Salagatle!
My brother get the repaired quad back from the engineering company who offered to straighten the bent frame for him. Seems like they did a good job, and after spray painting the repairs, he reassembled it.
Called to say that initial test drives prove positive. Might have to replace another part or two, but the expensive part was refurbished / repaired.
Good.
Last Friday
We had some scary Hail and rain. According to GMan it hailed for about 20 - 30 minutes!!!
Check out these pics.
From my car on the way home - this is about 3 minutes from home, hail on the side of the road.
Bottom of my driveway, as seen from the deck. All that white stuff? Hail - about 4 - 6 inches deep!
More hail lying on the neighbours lawn.
Hail on the pavement down the road from home.
And finally, after the hail, much rain. As can be seen in this pic, there was a boat load of rain falling over the Magaliesberg area, moving toward Pretoria in the north, and Sandton.
Salagatle!
Check out these pics.
From my car on the way home - this is about 3 minutes from home, hail on the side of the road.
Bottom of my driveway, as seen from the deck. All that white stuff? Hail - about 4 - 6 inches deep!
More hail lying on the neighbours lawn.
Hail on the pavement down the road from home.
And finally, after the hail, much rain. As can be seen in this pic, there was a boat load of rain falling over the Magaliesberg area, moving toward Pretoria in the north, and Sandton.Salagatle!
As posted last Friday....
LuckyL went on a water polo tour this past weekend. They played their first match half way down to the coast, and won that one. He scored 5 of their 6 goals. Then, that night they played two more games, won one and lost one. He scored 6 more goals in those two matches. On Saturday morning they played their final game, and lost it. He scored once.
So for him it was an excellent trip, good play. All round they had a great time, and spent some time on the beach. Also got to watch the rugby on Saturday night.
He arrived back home yesterday at 7pm, quite tired, but excited none the less.
Well done my boy. Keep it up. I am proud of you.
Salagatle!
So for him it was an excellent trip, good play. All round they had a great time, and spent some time on the beach. Also got to watch the rugby on Saturday night.
He arrived back home yesterday at 7pm, quite tired, but excited none the less.
Well done my boy. Keep it up. I am proud of you.
Salagatle!
The bachelor party
My nephew had his bachelor party on Saturday.
For some reason these affairs are no longer just a "go to the pub, get drunk, fall down, maybe a lap dance somewhere" occasion. This was a whole day affair.
First thing in the morning they guys went paint balling. Much fun was had by all, with over 300 paint bullets per person there was more than the odd red dot on backs and legs.
This was followed by 9 holes golf at Magalis Park, which involved much drinking, losing of golf balls, pissing on each others golf balls, a couple of broken / damaged golf cars...... And lots of fun and laughter.
From these to the groom-tobe's parents home, where there was a spit braai (LIU), drinks, and more banter. The women joined the men at 8 pm. in time for the World cup rugby final, in which South Africa were playing England for the coveted trophy. More on this later.
Anyway, lots of fun for all, but, and expensive day as each one had to pay their own way.
Paintball - ZAR 150 / person
Golf - ZAR 150 / person +
Golf Cart - ZAR 80 per person+
Lost golf balls
Spit Braai - ZAR 70 per person.
All of the above excluded drinks!!!!
I only attended the spit braai and rugby part of the day. Can't spend all that time being stupid!
Salagatle!
For some reason these affairs are no longer just a "go to the pub, get drunk, fall down, maybe a lap dance somewhere" occasion. This was a whole day affair.
First thing in the morning they guys went paint balling. Much fun was had by all, with over 300 paint bullets per person there was more than the odd red dot on backs and legs.
This was followed by 9 holes golf at Magalis Park, which involved much drinking, losing of golf balls, pissing on each others golf balls, a couple of broken / damaged golf cars...... And lots of fun and laughter.
From these to the groom-tobe's parents home, where there was a spit braai (LIU), drinks, and more banter. The women joined the men at 8 pm. in time for the World cup rugby final, in which South Africa were playing England for the coveted trophy. More on this later.
Anyway, lots of fun for all, but, and expensive day as each one had to pay their own way.
Paintball - ZAR 150 / person
Golf - ZAR 150 / person +
Golf Cart - ZAR 80 per person+
Lost golf balls
Spit Braai - ZAR 70 per person.
All of the above excluded drinks!!!!
I only attended the spit braai and rugby part of the day. Can't spend all that time being stupid!
Salagatle!
Sasol Rugby Pins
For the past few months Sasol (LIU) have been selling collectors rugby pins (in conjunction with the world cup). I managed to get quite a few from the set, but not all. Anyone out there wanting to swap out their doubles, or sell me the one's I'm missing, leave me a comment. I'll get in touch with you.
Salagatle!
Salagatle!
Another job offer
Which part of "I don't want an office job!" is difficult to understand? My boss has once again approached me with an offer for another position within the group. And like before is a solution's position, which required more paper work, more process and procedures, and is 95% office bound.
I will not take a job that binds me to the office. Not gonna happen. So this afternoon I will once again tell him so. he will either eventually get the message, or, he will get fed up and offer me a package, which, at this point in time, may be tempted to accept....
Salagatle!
I will not take a job that binds me to the office. Not gonna happen. So this afternoon I will once again tell him so. he will either eventually get the message, or, he will get fed up and offer me a package, which, at this point in time, may be tempted to accept....
Salagatle!
Another good man passes
As usual yesterday (Sunday) we went to visit Mom. Whilst there she told me that an "Uncle" of mine was not well at all. In fact, he had been diagnosed with a cancer tumour on the brain, as well as cancer on the lungs.
On the way back home, I dropped the Princess and GMan off at some friends, and then went around to the DiEmidio family home. Zio DiEmidio was not family as such, but he had been there throughout my life, and typical of Italian custom, he was my "Uncle". He came to South Africa originally with my dad, and they had stayed friends for the rest of their lives.
I found the family in relatively good spirits, and the uncle's brother and nephew were down from Italy as well, so I got to speak to them for a while as none of the other family can speak Italian!
Anyway, going inside and spending some time with Zio Berardo, he was very ill. He could not open his eyes (tired/weak/pressure from the tumour?), but did recognise who I was, and nodded when I spoke to him, asked him something, told him something.
After a while I went back outside, had a long chat with the visitors from Italy, and then said my goodbye's and left. I offered to be available to ferry the visitors around if need be.
This morning at 7am my Mom called to say that he had passed away yesterday evening.
R.I.P. Zio Bernardo. A very special man has passed, and will have joined my Dad in that big cantina in the sky. You worked hard all your life, and have left a good legacy in your sons and daughters. We will miss you, but are grateful for the time we had with you. I am glad that you were spared the pain of a long suffering, and were taken so quickly. Yes, we who remain behind will mourn you, but know this, our mourning is short lived as your children will forge ahead and continue to build on that foundation you have set for them.
Ciao Zio.
Salagatle!
On the way back home, I dropped the Princess and GMan off at some friends, and then went around to the DiEmidio family home. Zio DiEmidio was not family as such, but he had been there throughout my life, and typical of Italian custom, he was my "Uncle". He came to South Africa originally with my dad, and they had stayed friends for the rest of their lives.
I found the family in relatively good spirits, and the uncle's brother and nephew were down from Italy as well, so I got to speak to them for a while as none of the other family can speak Italian!
Anyway, going inside and spending some time with Zio Berardo, he was very ill. He could not open his eyes (tired/weak/pressure from the tumour?), but did recognise who I was, and nodded when I spoke to him, asked him something, told him something.
After a while I went back outside, had a long chat with the visitors from Italy, and then said my goodbye's and left. I offered to be available to ferry the visitors around if need be.
This morning at 7am my Mom called to say that he had passed away yesterday evening.
R.I.P. Zio Bernardo. A very special man has passed, and will have joined my Dad in that big cantina in the sky. You worked hard all your life, and have left a good legacy in your sons and daughters. We will miss you, but are grateful for the time we had with you. I am glad that you were spared the pain of a long suffering, and were taken so quickly. Yes, we who remain behind will mourn you, but know this, our mourning is short lived as your children will forge ahead and continue to build on that foundation you have set for them.
Ciao Zio.
Salagatle!
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