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HAPPY WOMEN’S DAY!

Ahhhhh, I love public holidays. I love the joy of turning off the alarm clock and snuggling back under the covers. Warm, cozy. No appointments, no responsibilities. In my opinion, ANY holiday is a good holiday.

One of the challenges of living overseas is not having a built-in consciousness of that particular nation’s public holidays. I mean, I’ve lived most of my life in Canada, and I can tell you EXACTLY when the public holidays will be. In fact, I’m quite certain that my body clock resets itself by those dates… Family Day, Spring Break, Victoria Day, Canada Day, August long weekend, Labour Day weekend, Thanksgiving, and finally Christmas. I it!

But what happens when you move to another country and lose that internal holiday clock? You become “royally” MESSED UP, that’s what. You looooong for holidays when there aren’t any, and you get irritated when the stores are closed because you didn’t realize it was a holiday. It’s actually quite ridiculous.

So, today I decided to change things up a bit. Besides enjoying a “lekker long lie-in” (loosely translated “deliciously long sleep”), I decided to look up the reason and rationale for today’s holiday. Here’s what I learned… Read more

Awesome, Rachel. Awesome!

I could smell the chlorine before I’d even heard the splashing. Moisture ran down the tile walls in intricate patterns. The excitement in that small room was deafening.

Every parent understands the urgency for swimming lessons, especially when you live by the sea. We invest in the skill, practice with them regularly, and happily sit for hours in a steamy room, completely ruining our hair-do for the day.

This was that season for me. Even though Jeffreys Bay was a small town, we were still privileged to find a swimming teacher who passionately taught lessons in the 10x10m pool at the local Policlinic.

When I entered, Rachel was halfway across the pool and swimming fiercely. Front crawl. No, she wasn’t traveling fast but, man, were her arms moving.    Read more

Five Minute Friday – CONTROL

Welcome back, dear friends! The radio silence is over, and I’m getting back on my feet after 5 weeks of international living. Our son, Joshua, is safely settled into his bachelor pad downstairs at my parents’ place in Canada. What a whirlwind of activity and emotion! He’s now the proud owner of snow boots, a down-filled jacket, and an Alberta Health Care Card.

We’re still trusting for a job for him (he’s an excellent barista if anyone knows of openings in the South Edmonton area) and acceptance into his program of choice at MacEwan University this coming fall.

Goodbyes don’t get easier, do they? You’d think that I’d be good at this by now. No, it’s still terrible to say ‘goodbye’ to people you love. But I’ll write about that more once my dreadful jet lag has worn off.

Today is FRIDAY! Whoop whoop! Every Friday, I join an inspiring group of writers to write for FIVE MINUTES on a one-word prompt. (Missed you guys.) No editing. No revising. Just WRITE.

This week, the prompt word is CONTROL. (oh great… seriously?)

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// Let’s face it… there are sooo many things out of my control.

I can’t control Home Affairs or getting the appropriate visas for my family. I couldn’t control Joshua’s ability to get a longer visa and stay in the country with us.

I can’t control the admissions boards at universities to ensure that my brilliant child captures a place among their new students.

I can’t control bureaucracy and the inefficiency of different nations to communicate with each other.

I can’t control potential employers and their decision-making abilities. “My kid is awesome; why aren’t you hiring him?”

I can’t control mortality or the health of the human body. So many of our precious friends are in a death-defying battle with disease right now.

Let’s face it; I can’t even control my ability to have an enjoyable flight overseas. I did my part… I chose a reputable airline. I chose a convenient seat. But all it takes is one rude person with bad gas to ruin a perfectly good flight. (Watch this space for a proper rant about rude people in international airfare.).    Read more