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Friday ‘fun’.

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Triple therapy – wine, knitting and my garden. (An old pic, but you get the idea…)

The cat is back!

I’m hoping that we are done with the vet now (nothing against the vet, she’s awesome!), and I’m hoping there will be constant improvement and healing for the next few weeks. I wonder how many of his nine lives our Roomys (Ice cream) have used up now?

It is a cool, windy day here. It was supposed to be hot, but I’ll be the last one to complain about the wrong prediction! This steady cooling down, albeit with a spike of heat here and there, is heaven to me. I’ll live happily in a place where the temperature never goes below 0°, and never above 28° (Celsius, of course!)

My little table painting project bummed out completely. The guy at the hardware store obviously gave me the wrong undercoat to use. I did the undercoat, and waited the appropriate time for it to dry. Then I started painting – three layers, and waiting patiently in between for every layer to dry. It was looking good, just needed a soft sanding to be perfect. And that is where the pawpaw hit the fan… As I sanded, the paint started coming of, and I could peel it off in big plastic sheets!!! So I ‘peeled’ the whole table. And now I have to start all over again. Aaaaaarrrrggghhhhh…. :/

To make it usable for the guests this weekend, I put a tablecloth on the table with a plant on top. You’ve just got to love life’s little curve balls….

Fortunately, it is Friday afternoon now, and in a couple of hours I can pour myself a cold glass of fabulous South African wine, put my feet up, and start enjoying the weekend. Bliss. 🙂

Notes on a Thursday.

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I couldn’t resist posting another pic of my hydrangea – this flower has grown huge! And it is so beautiful.

Wow, Thursday already!

Well, just to let you know, the cat is back at the vet’s today for a check up x-ray on his pelvis, and some medical assistance since the poor guy hasn’t been able to poop since he came home. (Is there a more polite way to say that? Make a poo-poo, do number two, take a dump…?) Actually, probably not since his accident – and it is a week ago today!!! Once again, he is not a happy feline. He has been walking slightly easier since yesterday, though.

I might have to start a crowdfunding project once this is all over…

The weather is slowly changing for the better, which to me means it is starting to get a bit cooler, especially at night – huge relief!

I’ve been doing some knitting, as usual, but not as much as I could have. I find myself staring off into space a lot… I might have to chuck the ‘therapy’ and move right on to a straight jacket…

I was probably a bit too optimistic about the table project I spoke about yesterday. As usual. Although I’ve started and it is well underway, I have to let each layer of paint dry properly before I do the next one, and I might not finish everything by tomorrow afternoon. Darn…

But hey, it is nearly weekend, I’ll have guests in my guesthouse, and I am planning to see my kids on Sunday! So all is good!!! 🙂

I hope you are all having a cracking Thursday, if not, at least have a safe one. 🙂

Mulling it over.

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Sunrise on the open road…

I went to bed last night, knowing exactly what I was going to write today.

I was busily composing my post in my head as I lay in bed, upset about a couple of things that happened during the day.

Of course, when morning came, I thought the better of it, and decided to tackle things a bit differently. I wonder sometimes if it is a good thing to think about things that you feel you need to get out there, instead of just saying it. I suppose the difference is that if you thought about it, you approach it in a different way, maybe a bit more tactful and thoughtful, whereas if you just let rip immediately, you might say things you regret later. So I have probably answered my own question…

My problem is, I often let things go if I don’t address it immediately. But I don’t LET GO let go, so it is scratching away on the inside, until it surfaces again. Oi…

Today I decided to tackle a little project that has been brewing at the back of my mind for a while now. I’ve got a little round pine table that is being used on the guesthouse patio. It has been looking sadder and sadder by the week, so this morning I grabbed the sander and started sanding it down, so I can paint it to fit in with my guesthouse theme. What is my theme? Well, if I tell you that I’m thinking of changing the name to “Cow Cottage”, I think it will give you a hint… 😉

But now I have to decide whether I want to go all colourful and cute, or more fancy and monochrome. Decisions, decisions…

I will do one whole post on the table, as soon as it is finished. And this can’t take months to do, as I do have guests coming in this weekend, so it has to happen chop-chop (that is soon, or quickly, or right away in South African!) 😀

A picture I painted a few years ago for the kitchen of the guesthouse.

How do you know when to stop?

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I’ve got a conundrum for you to help me solve. Please.

If you have a situation that isn’t working for you – a job, a relationship, a hobby – anything that you’ve been doing for a while, maybe even years, but it just does not deliver the way you thought it would (or at all), when do you you stop trying? Where do you draw the line?

There are a million clever little quotes about not giving up, and how every failure is a test of your character, how hard work pays off, how success is just around the corner, etc. But surely somewhere along the line you can decide that you’ve rammed your head up against that same wall for long enough, and it is time to bow out gracefully? There should be no shame in that. I think sometimes to enable yourself to move forward or onward, you have to quit doing what you are doing? Also, the more you do something that isn’t working, how do you keep up your enthusiasm for it?

I am writing this with my own job situation in mind, but as I write, a few others’ scenarios come to mind. I know I’m not the only one in this situation, but I also know everybody handles these things differently. I can’t think that you keep doggedly on and on, believing that by never giving up, you’ll eventually reach the success you want. What if you don’t? What if you keep on for years, always living with the stress of things not going according to plan, not working out? I know we often carry on past the expiry date, for different reasons – what people will think, peer pressure, pressure or disapproval from friends and family, social standing, finances.

In the meantime, you could have tried something else, and that could’ve been a huge success. Maybe.

In certain situations it becomes very clear that the time has arrived to draw the line, and you often don’t even think in terms of failure, only to move on. But other times things are a bit murky, and complicated…

I don’t know. It seems to me to be one of those situations where you are damned if you do, and damned if you don’t…

On a slightly more positive note: Roomys The Cat is doing okay. Not great, but not too bad either. He is eating a bit, but he hardly moves (which is probably best). So I am watching him like a hawk, and hopefully he’ll continue to do better every day. (If you are new here, and are wondering what this update is all about, please see previous 3 posts.)

Roomys in his little lair….

Stinky Sunday.

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I took Roomys out for some sun today.

My poor cat came home from the vet today.

He is not a happy camper, and neither am I. He hurts, and he cries. He battles to walk, and when he does, it is all wonky – his back half looks like it’s got a life all of its own. I love him to bits, but I’m not sure at this point if it won’t be more humane to put him down. (Which I probably won’t be able to do anyway…)

He was most probably hit by a car on Thursday morning (see previous 2 posts), and although it is not clear from the X-rays, there is a very good chance that he has a broken pelvis. The vet reckons as long as the pelvis doesn’t go out of shape, and I can keep him as quiet as possible (how does one do that with a cat?), there is a good chance that he might heal.

What bothers me is that in the meantime, he cannot be a cat, he can hardly move because he hurts, and nobody knows how long it will take for him to heal, if he heals.

I hate seeing him like this… 😦

Is there anybody out there who went through something similar with a pet? Did the fracture eventually heal, and how long did it take? I would love to think that he’ll soon be his old self, but I wonder, even if he heals, if he’ll ever be the same. Probably not.

Oi, it breaks my heart, poor fellow.