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You got a fast car……..

Officer Singh looked at me quizzically through the pouring rain. I stood before him with the raindrops pouring down my face. He opened up his window.

“What seems to be the problem?” He had been parked there on the side of the busy road for ages. I think he had noticed me as I frantically charged back and forth along the street.

“I have lost my car! I parked it right there.” I pointed to the other side of the road. I was confident that this is what happened. But let’s go back a few hours…….

I had done my due diligence and checked all the road signs. I even remembered what was printed on them. Parking for one hour only……tick. No parking in front of driveway…..tick. Parking for two hours…..tick. I even checked to see if there was a fire hydrant as there is an even heavier fine for that one. As in any busy city, parking is a problem and there are so many rules here in Canada that one has to obey. Need I say that they are strongly enforced?

I was convinced that my car had been towed away. Officer Singh thought so too and phoned around for me. I stood at his window soaking wet. I knew that I had NOT parked illegally or had I? He opened the window again and announced that no car of my description had been towed. He then added that it could have been stolen. No, I did not believe that for a moment, not here in Canada!

He saw the look of desperation on my face. He jumped out of the car and walked round to the back door and opened it for me. He was tall and had a confident and strong manner.

Is it fast enough……..

“Get in and we will try to find your car.”

I duly jumped into the back. It was cramped and I manoeuvred myself onto the bench- like hard seat. Not sure what a tall criminal would feel like if he was made to sit in the back. I struggled to get my legs in! Once in, I leaned across and spoke to officer Singh through the opening in the glass window.

“This is the first time that I have driven in a police car.” There was silence other than the roar of the cruiser as we sped off down the road.

It was almost as if he had done this before. He turned at the next corner and doubled back on the road which ran parallel to the one that I had been charging up and down on. There she was…..all white and shiny. Rain drops trickling off her gleaming surface.

Officer Singh helped me out of the cruiser.

“Are you sure this is yours?”

“Yes, I am sure. Thank you so much.”

He waited for me to start the car and I sped off down the road. But before I took off I said to him through the window……

“I am sane you know. I have not done this before.”

I am not sure if he believed me, but was courteous enough not to show it. He just smiled.

Am I ever going to live this one down?

Another rainy day in Vancouver…..

 

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Feel the rain on your skin……..

The rain falls softly on the carpet of leaves in my back garden. The drops glisten on the reds and yellows. Nature’s blanket is a burnished patchwork quilt lovingly stitched together. These little food factories have done their job well! They have sustained the giant maple and elm trees in our backyard. It is time to return their nourishment back to the soil. Fall has begun. The leaves give us one final display with their deep maroon and orange before they drop to the soft earth.

 

The splendour of Fall....

The splendour of Fall….

Reaching for something in the distance, so close you can almost touch it….

Last night I stood on my friend’s terrace in the city. They are leaving Canada for a while to follow a job opportunity in Europe. It was time to say ‘au revoir.’ We looked over the bustling streets and enjoyed the warmth of the Indian summer. The sun was setting in the distance and the stately CN Tower presided over all her shorter subjects. It stood silhouetted against the backdrop of the orange sky. It was a panorama to behold! I turned my face to the setting sun and squeezed out the last few rays. It was not to last……the sun slid behind the frames of concrete. It was gone; the orange hue was but a lingering memory. Shelved away safely in my memory bank and to be drawn upon in those long Canadian winters! The interesting conversation and my fine glass of merlot was a comfort.

 

The CN Tower at dusk....

The view……

 Live your life with arms wide open……

It is Thanks Giving weekend and time to give thanks for our bounty. Orange pumpkins and crisp red apples are plenty.  Mothers scurry around and plan the feast for the family. Dusty recipe books are being consulted and larders are bursting with supplies. The poor ‘frozen bird’ hangs on for dear life on the shelf in the fridge! One can get nothing else to fit in there when the ‘resting turkey’ awaits its fate. It too will have its moment of splendour. It is, after all, the honoured guest at our table adorned with its white frilled legs and laced with delicious gravy.

 

" e Fagalo bench'......

” e Fagalo bench’……

No one else can speak the words on your lips……

  One realizes that with all things here in Canada, there is a time for everything. As the leaves drop to the ground, it is now the time to celebrate and rejoice in our family and friends. We have been blessed with kind neighbours and wonderful friends in this our new country. But there will also be a special place set at our table for our family and friends that are far away.

Let the sun illuminate the words that are written…..

 

 

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The mountain was clear and there was no rain that day.

The wheels screeched on the tarmac and the aeroplane swayed from side to side. I felt a surge of emotion as I traced the silhouette of Table Mountain with my eyes. It had been a whole year since I had seen that majestic piece of sandstone; I was back on South African soil!

It was a typical Cape Town winter’s evening and I drank in the moist, sea air as I jumped into the car. I tried to pick out the familiar landmarks through the shadows as we caught up on all the news. My soft bed was a welcome sight having spent 24 hours in transit. I could still hear the drone of the engine in my ears. I lay there and was soothed by the soft rain on the tin roof.

 The morning brought more rain but that did not deter the enthusiasm to get out and explore. This was after all, my old stamping ground. I had raced around these very streets in my mini all those years ago……

Waar is daardie dae?

 I looked up at the mountain and was reminded of my student days with the sherry and peanut sundowners, we used to enjoy on the grassy banks. What a combination! But we thought it was grand and of course Old Brown sherry suited our pockets too. These carefree memories all came flooding back and I savoured them. But I was brought back to reality with the surprise that my children had planned for me. I was about to be treated to a grown up version of a similar celebration. It was to be a ‘high tea’ at the Mount Nelson Hotel.

 The vista over the formal gardens was magnificent. It came complete with cascading fountains, white roses, blue plumbago and pink hydrangeas. We sipped on our English Breakfast and tucked into the dainty treats that had been carefully laid out on a tiered white china plate. The stately morning room came complete with the sumptuous furnishings of exquisite brocades and soft velvets. It reminded us of a bygone era and we took in the period paintings, carefully selected cutlery and the strategically placed tassels.

One of the guests appeared as if he had just jumped out of a time machine. He had the hugest handle bar moustache that I had ever seen. The ‘grisly white mouse’ stretched from ear to ear and curled up at the tips. He spoke with an air of authority and can only imagine that he must have had a military background. Major or not, he would still have had to pick that hairy appendage clean each night!

The next hairstyle that I was about to admire was that of a jazz violinist who played foot stomping melodies at a local market. This teased pyramid of hair swayed back and forth as the shoppers poured over the wonderful array of home grown goods. There was everything from honey to home brewed beer. I decided to sip on the latter as the taste of tea had already left my palette.

The mountain, the people and the music…….I was back in Cape Town.

Interesting people abound at the local market.

Here’s to catching up with family and friends in SA!

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