Since Drakensberg boys’ choir, yesterday morning started with breakfast, a fruit salad and an omelette. My mom and I sat watching the kids, perhaps 4 for 5 of them catching Black Bass in the dam. They were in kayaks thoroughly enjoying themselves while Egyptian geese mucked about around them.
In our daily musings, we got around to setting up a trap for the poor Ibis – he or she shall know its fate sometimes this afternoon perhaps. The idea is to produce a swat-team response unit to the fallen cage door. One will hold, the other will snip the fishing line off from around its leg and well the other…will stand to attention I’m sure.
I’m sitting alongside my mother who is knitting and I’ve just had a shower. Its load shedding so everyone is out of energy. A few campers have passed our campsite and presumably, because there is no much to do, have decided to go for casual strolls to see the early morning sights. It's about 7:45 and it's most likely going to become more active as the children wake up. Its school holidays now and with the added benefit that yesterday was a bank holiday, families flooded into the campsite yesterday.
We had a few microlights fly into the airfield, presumably catering for the tourists. It reminded me how amazing flight in general and as a concept and mechanical realisation really is.
Again, I was treated to a home-made mother’s meal in the form of a chicken and chickpea omelette and prior to that a tuna salad and prior to that a chicken fillet dish. I must say the eating hasn’t been bad, camping and all!
My mother and I spend a large portion of the day nursing my father who’s just caught my cold and was taking a day off. We spend the evening discussing the depth of important conversations which always helps to reaffirm the special mother-son bond which persists.
Much of life I think is about coming to terms with everything else in life and discussing these eventualities, thoughts and departing experience are good for the psyche – both mine and my mother’s. One thing that we talked about is how regret is a terrible wound of the soul and all should be done to pry loose any regret we as humans hold onto in a bid to liberate ourselves from its restraints.