My friend

I have a friend, WRM, who lives in the most beautiful city in the world. WRM lives a very glamorous life down in this beautiful city. And who wouldn't when this is your daily backdrop:

The other day, WRM sent me mms messages from this beautiful city. She told me about bendy trees that bend with the southeaster winds, and "they are elephant trunks so they're bendy", so there!

 Then my friend who lives a very glamorous life trotted off to Signal Hill, an observation point in this beautiful city, and listened in on a conversation some Americans were having about Robben Island. America has Alcatraz, South Africa has Robben Island.

"You know, Carol Anne, when we left our beach cottage on Hilton Head Island back in South Carolina, I thought we were going to see lions, and elephants. You know, Africa?!"


"Oh Carlyle, I'm sure we will when we head up to that Kruger Park place tomorrow. But right now, look at that pretty island. I think someone famous stayed there."


"Yeah well back in America, we have Alcatraz and it's better developed. This is Africa!"


"Honey chops, did you pack your safari hat for that Kruger Park place?"


My friend, WRM, gets to see some interesting things down in Cape Town.

Meet my new best friend

Mom, Dad, meet my new best friend.


We spend hours together - almost every day! We never argue about what movies I want to watch and in fact he even makes suggestions. Sometimes, late at night, I'll be bored at home and all I have to do it pull him up on my laptop and we have a quick conversation. Then I kick back, relax and 'enjoy' the show.


This truly is a friendship made in heaven. He never steals my dates - or even complains when I go on dates without him. He never complains about my being out drinking until all hours of the morning and i never have to worry that it maybe be too late for him to come out and entertain me.


Bliss.

I wouldn't be caught dead...

Odd thing, fairs in parks. Fun pony rides, great food. And hayrides in a cemetery.

As a kid growing up in South Africa, we had the fun fair make its annual pilgrimage to my small village. My sister and I would look forward to it for weeks and when the big night arrived our eyes would light up like many of the rides. Lots of fun, lots of candy floss, sticky fingers and the anticipation of our final ride for the night: the LOOPING STAR.

But nowaday, here in Pittsburgh, apparenty kids can look forward to such fun things as a hayride in a cemetery!Somewhat macabre, no?