The next two are my oil painting that I'm still a long, long way off finished...
And here's the photo (although not a good photo of a photo) I'm using for inspiration. It was taken in Mauritius last September...
The next two are my oil painting that I'm still a long, long way off finished...
And here's the photo (although not a good photo of a photo) I'm using for inspiration. It was taken in Mauritius last September...
The Sporades Islands:
Veiw of the Acropolis:
The Acropolis:
Skiathos:
Skiathos:
Skopelos:
Skopelos:
Alonissos:
Besides the holiday, not a lot else is happening. I'm incredibly bored at work at the moment and I'm starting to feel like a change is necessary. I'm actually really tempted to ask my boss how much he'd pay me to carry on doing what I'm doing here, but half-day. It's killing me to sit here day in, day out doing nothing. Anyway, surfing life's waves at the moment and seeing what happens...
Jake's doing really well and comes out with such funny comments at the moment. I'm constantly laughing at him. He's also realised that if he's in trouble, all he has to do is say sorry to me, then laugh at me and I'll return the laugh and all's forgotten. Amazing how quickly they pick these things up. He doesn't like being in trouble though. Yesterday, I left him colouring in on the bathroom floor while I quickly jumped into the shower. The walls obviously looked boring, so he decided to decorate them with red crayon. When I got out the shower, he proudly announced that he'd drawn on the walls. I was mad and made him scrub his picture off the wall, with a serious telling off. When he was finished, he, again proudly, announced that it was all cleaned up and then said "you not cross any more, mommy". Well, how could I be?? It's school holidays at the moment and he's really missing the activity in his day. I find he's quite wound up in the evenings at the moment and I feel quite sorry for him. I guess he doesn't understand why he's suddenly not at school... This last weekend was really good, nice and relaxing. On Friday night, Jake & I went out for dinner with a friend and her son (Spur - the joys of having kids!!). Saturday morning I had my art lessons (don't ask) and my mom took Jake to a Spiderman party. Had an engagement party in the evening. Sunday, all we did was go for a little walk at the beach, which was nice. The weather was reasonable, so it was nice to get out and get some sunshine. Today's looking like it's going to rain at any moment and my fingers are like ice blocks, so I'd better go make some coffee to warm them up on! Spiderman:Well, I hope that everyone has a good weekend, enjoy the rain that's on the way for everyone in Cape Town. It's hard to believe it's going to be so miserable tomorrow, when the weather's so gorgeous today!! I'm going to Buitenverwachting for a soup evening they're having there tonight. It's one just for friends of the winemaker, so should be nice catching up with old friends. Not looking forward to going there on my own though, it will be my first trip there entirely alone. Better watch how much alcohol I consume. My bookclub got me a voucher for a Rainmist Supreme package at the Vineyard Hotel, so I'm going for that tomorrow morning, I can't wait. Nothing else planned for the weekend, just hoping to relax with Jake!
XXXSo, yesterday marked the 3-year anniversary of Jacques' death. I guess it's always one of those days that's going to be a tough one on our calander. I can't help myself but re-live every moment minute-by-minute. From the time I kiss Jacques goodbye at the gate as he was leaving to go on his dive, to playing with Jacques, to the voice mail message I left on Jacques phone. The one that said "Hi, it's me. Where are you? Have you drowned, have you been eaten by a shark? Please phone me. I love you." To the police knocking on the door (fortunately they went to the wrong house, so brought a friend with), to phoning my parents, to sitting down and wondering what to do next. I can remember so clearly how I felt when I went to bed that night, where Jacques had slept just hours earlier, and my feelings when I woke up the next morning. It's a hollow, empty feeling and it literally aches with every ounce of your being. The kind of feeling where your stomach just drops into nowhere. When you know that there's nothing you can say or do that can ever change what's happened. It's permanent. It's a hurt that over powers everything else and, looking back, I honestly don't know how I survived it. I always said that if anything ever happened to Jacques, they could just dig a hole and bury me in the ground next to him. Funny how life works. Jake was just 6 weeks old and he must just have instinctively known that he needed to be good. He was an angel. I was blessed not to suffer any hassles with my milk supply and continued to breast-feed Jake through the whole ordeal. In every single way, I think that having him be so young, so dependant on me, was the biggest blessing I could have been sent. I knew I had to eat and drink to take proper care of me for his sake, regardless of how little I actually felt like eating or drinking. And, in between, I enjoyed every moment of him. Every second I spent with him renewed something within me. As tiny as he was, as unaware as he was of what was going on around him, he carried me through it all. When you go through something like this, you learn to count your blessings - I had Jake, he needed me. I don't think this day will ever pass where I won't re-live what we went through that day. It will always, always hurt and I will always regret the way things turned out. I have learnt though, that I can't turn back the clock; I can't rewind; we just have to keep moving forward and enjoy every moment of what we have to share while we are on this earth and look forward to what we will share and enjoy in the life here-after...
Anyway, that wasn't supposed to be so heavy, I hope I haven't got you all in tears. On a more cheerful note, I decided that I needed to make yesterday a happy day for Jake. He's too little to understand what it means and, even if he did, I don't see why he should be forced to feel down with the world. Facing facts, he didn't know Jacques. As much as it kills me to know that he'll never know and love his dad, it's a reality. He'll miss having a father, but not specifically Jacques. Anyway, he spent the day with Jacques' folks yesterday and they took him through to Hout Bay for breakfast. Last night, we went out for pizzas with my family. We had a glass of wine and all actually had a very nice time together. Just goes to show, a lot of this is about how you chose to deal with things.
I've got about a gazillion photos I'm going to bore you with now. My dad popped in with his digital camera earlier, so I down-loaded everything he had on it.
After the Shrek preview - my mom and Jake...
LAST NIGHT'S DINNER
Only in Winter - Jake enjoying the left-over ice...
On a last sad note, I found the lyrics to a song that I found too true for my life and thought I'd share them...
Pink - Who Knew
You took my hand