It is raining cats and dogs here today which I am absolutely ecstatic about given the fact that the drought this end of this world is really bad now. The dam that supplies the water for the town I live in is only 10% full. We’ve had strict water restrictions for quite some time already, but if we don’t get serious rain soon, we are probably going to be rationed to water from tanks! Life, as you all know is so ironic, because the one simple pleasure I crave is a hot, candle-lit bubble bath, with Vivaldi’s Four Seasons playing in the background and it is the one thing that I am just not allowed to have right now. Maybe when I’m away on leave I will be able to indulge in a long hot bath sans the candles and Signore Vivaldi.
I heard from Jake again and I must admit that I am more than just a little intrigued. He mentioned that he was going to have an early night because he had an early flight this morning. I politely enquired as to where he was going to which I received these two replies:
1. Cape Town, Durban, P.E, Cape Town, Home
2. I should probably mention I’m a pilot. You may wonder bout the schedule.
I had this freaky Déjà vu moment about a person from my past who wanted to be a pilot and I actually went ice cold. It is this very person that caused me to stop blogging for almost three years after threats of physical violence against me.
I replied to him telling him that if I didn’t know better (and come to think of it, I don’t really), I would think he is a ghost from my past.
He asked if the ghost was also a pilot.
To which I replied, “Not exactly – he wanted to be, long story…May tell you sometime. Now get your rest. You sound like you have a long day/s ahead.”
I fell asleep although he did reply, “Sounds interesting. Yes tomorrow is going to be bumpy. Lots of frontal activity.”
Needless to say, there is not only frontal activity on the route he’s flying today – the rain here is evident of that.
I have to pop on at Sandra’s house after work today so that she can go through the work I’ve done over the past two weeks on audits for the British authorities for our exports. While I did internal audits at my previous job for our SABS certification, the two I have finished now are so much more intense.
Mom has phoned to tell me that we are going to have soup and bread for supper. I can only think of one thing better in this weather – pancakes and sherry, or gluwhein.
But, until supper time, I am going to have to settle for a packet of Big Korn Bites and a cuppa java.