I lied when I previously said I was fully installed in my new place. Yes, Tinkerbell is here and up to much mischief (see photos) but I still hadn't unpacked about thirty boxes that were in my mother's garage. It has taken me three weeks and I've gone from 'why do I have so much stuff/crap?" to 'Oh I forgot I had that!' One of the gems was a cushion cover I bought in France (during the fateful trip with my mother) at the gift shop of a Chateau de Villandry where Carème used to cook for Napoleon. It is made of sturdy linen, is an earthy colour and has pastel irises woven into the fabric. Another object that brought back memories was a glass jar (about half a metre high) I received as a present from my very old (meaning we've known each other since primary school) friend Brenda Thompson/Lunnon, now resident in New Zealand. Along the way she also made me a lace lampshade-cover which hung in the entrance to my Short Street house for many years. It hasn't made the journey here though. Sorry Bren!
I've also got about fifty pictures -either paintings by other people or photographs or my own paintings - and it's been tough sorting them out and throwing some of them away. One was a sketch done of 'me' done at Montmatre (PARIS) in the 1970's. It looked nothing like me so this time it got chucked. I'm also proud of myself for throwing away two George Benson tapes! Yes, I mean tapes! And a Joan Armitrading one! 'All' have left to sort out now is some linen - lots of it. But that will have to await another time. So, I suppose one is never really 'fully installed!'
My work prospects are looking up although nothing is 100% definite yet. I once again have to get a tax clearance certificate and jump through tons of hoops to register as a government service provider. I intended to pick the certificate up today but when I drove past the SARS building in Long street and saw the queue stretching around the block (in the rain), I carried on driving. Ah, the joys of being your own boss.
I'm still trying to finish my Forty Days novel and am determined to do so before I start engaging my academic brain again. Oh, I almost forgot. My mum turned 84 on Sunday and we had a lovely lunch for her at On The Rocks, Bloubergstrand.