Cacophony of Chaos

It is true what they say about time moving quicker the older you get. I cannot believe that it is December already. However I am glad it means the end of Movember as very few men can successfully carry off facial hair. Porn stars and Village People. If you are neither of these…just don’t. Unless it is a soul patch, they make me go weak at the knees for some reason known only to my libido.

My body however is very aware that it is almost holiday time. I am exhausted! My energy levels are low; I am irritable and easily annoyed. Umm actually those last 2 always apply so let’s just wrap it up as I’m tired.

I’ve had a stress-filled week which probably does not help. Mr K had been away and I had been driving my car instead of car pooling with him and I had noticed my clutch was feeling a bit ‘odd’ and I was struggling with gear changes which normally just glide into place. I had even had a brief brake fail while scooting down to the city via Kloof Nek. Luckily I managed to steer it to the curb rather than into the back of the stupid woman who randomly slammed on brakes.

Anyway, on Monday I got into my car and it emitted a squeal like a tortured pig. I looked in my rear view mirror and smoke was billowing out. We decided it was best to not drive it, went to the garage (not sure why we didn’t just ring them) and asked them to come up to collect the car rather. They said it was just the clutch and it would be OK to drive to the garage, so off they went.

Then the next morning, we get in Mr K’s car and head off to work. Sometime in the middle of the night the main road had collapsed into a sink hole. It was a hole the size of a car, so they had closed one lane and had a stop/go system which seemed more stop than go.

We sit through all of that, then he realises he is out of petrol. There are no garages on our way to town, so I always make sure I have petrol before the morning. If I see I am low, I stop on the way home to avoid having to go out of my way.

Obviously, he doesn’t.

So off we trudge to the petrol station. And they can’t get the petrol cap off. Several men try, but it is not budging. Off we go to the garage where my car is being repaired on the other side of Hout Bay. They can’t open it either and every attempt to get through to the Opel dealer resulted in a hang up. He finally gets someone on the phone and they were unable to help. So off we go BACK home again to get the handbook for his car. By now I am ready to kill him. What use is a car handbook at HOME??

By this time the road has been closed to traffic and we have to drive round the other side of Hout Bay to get to our house. It took ages. We get up to the roadblock to find that the traffic cop is sitting in her fecking car in the shade while chaos reigns. We pull out to turn into the closed section of the road as it is the only way to our house. When we entered the intersection there was a car trying to turn over another car, one coming from the closed section and a bike all in the same square of road while this stupid wench sits in the car, not giving a shit or making any attempt to do her job.

We finally get home and he googles it and manages to find where the override for the petrol lock is and sort it out, then we have to fight back through all of this traffic and make it to a petrol station while sitting on empty. By now the lateness, the traffic and my annoyance levels at the cacophony of chaos which has led to a cluster fuck of a morning. Anything which could go wrong had.

Then I finally get to work at 11am and get a call from the garage to say they have taken apart the car and I need a new gear box. FML. It was estimated at 15k rand for the service and repairs. Luckily when I picked it up yesterday it was just under 13k which is still high – but better than what I was expecting.

I guess I should be happy that the universe is once again looking after me, (despite my grumpiness) as the money from our settlement of the lawsuit was deposited this week so I can pay for the car.

I do know that if I let go and trust, I will be given what I need in life. However, letting go of control is not easy for me. It does not come naturally.

I am trying to focus on a fun weekend. Tonight I think we might hit the LookOut Deck for some live music. Now that my design class is finished I get to have a wee bit of a lie in tomorrow. Then when Lily gets home from work we are going to have lunch at the all-you-can-eat sushi place in Chinatown and do a wee bit of shopping for a few more Christmas pressies.

Saturday night we are booked to go to this tribute night for Stevie Wonder by local artists.

We are supporting a friend who is fund-raising for his child’s school by buying a few tickets.

Sunday we have a lunch planned with friends at the Hout Bay Harbour Market – it’s a lovely venue if you have never been there, you must give it a try. I can personally recommend the strawberry daiquiris J