The year is running like a bally rabbit to its end, and there were such a lot of things I still had to do! It was my birthday Yesterday, but it was raining and storming so badly that I just stayed inside the whole day. Running with buckets to catch every new leak in my roof kept me very, very busy. Every time it rains like this, and I get a wee bit wet, and my bed gets a bitty clammy, I vow that I will have to find the money to repair the roof, but when the sun comes out again, and all are dry, I shift that problem to the back of my head. It is just to expensive to repair a thatch roof!
The children are now almost finished with their final yearly exams, and I walk around with my heart in my shoes. As soon as the exams are over, Jan will be moving to Cape Town, and I don't know how to go on without the kids that had become such a part of my life.
I sometimes forget that the little Emil is not my child, as I brought him up since he was five weeks old, when his Mum died. So it is with great trepidation that I watch Jan loading his hired tow-cart with furniture that he decided to take to his new home. Most of his furniture he had taken to the auction rooms, as Erna already has a house full of stuff. The rest was carted off every time he went to Cape town.
His house is also now on the market, and I hope that the new owners would be nice and decent. I have the strangest neighbors, of which Sheila must be the number one for strangeness. Through the years her cows had eaten every little tree I planted, and when one of her cows broke the cover of my sewerage, and almost drowned, and I told her that I will shoot and eat the first cow in my place again, she put up a stronger fence. But that did not keep out the bally goats, and they have torn down and destroyed my poor plum trees in one afternoon! Again I threatened to shoot them, and she then fastened the leader, a very smelly, and very randy billy goat, to a pole, from where the bally cheeky thing wagged his tail every time he saw me! If only he knew how close he was to be shot and eaten.
Of course, then Sheila got a few peacocks, and that bally things drove me to distraction, as they thought that my strawberries was planted especially for their cullinary delight! And of course on top of the fact that they ate all my ripe tomatoes also, they flew onto my roof every night, and on the dot three in the morning, let rip with the most scary jungle calls, making my poor heart beat very fast and irregularly! Small wonder I now have to have a shock to get my heart back into rhytmn!
So at the moment Sheila and self are not talking! At first she kind of turned her head away when she came face to face with me, but lately she had started to give me a kind of a half hearted flick of her hand, but this is not accompanied with any smile, or eye contact! Oh well, I will live it down, but for now, I am sad, as Jan's house is all packed up!