Louise and I hardly ever have arguments…and
the only times we do the subject is nearly always either our children or our
finances. Today we discovered a third subject. Directions in downtown
Johannesburg traffic. Trying to navigate with a GPS that wants to take you to a
non-existent destination with cars, taxis, buses and people all around you and
nowhere to stop to get your bearings – and even if you do you don’t know where
you are so you have no bearings to begin with – is a recipe for marital
agitation. Twice…and I kid you not…twice we stopped at the same gas station to
ask for directions for two different locations at two different times of the
same day without realising it until after we asked.
Bravely – I must say – we did venture out
yet again after these ordeals to have dinner with the husband of a dear cousin
(now with Jesus) and his son. Tony has become a dear friend in a rather short
space of time and we love spending time with him whenever we are up here. He
has the same sort of daft sense of humour I have and we talk about just about
everything under the sun. His longsuffering son and my dear Louise sit and
smile throughout the scrumptious meal without ever saying much.
Today was a good day, in spite of it all.
We got a lot accomplished at Witts, met briefly with the Bishop of Christ the
King - the dearest man - and got our rental car (from a place downtown
Johannesburg) for the trip to Swaziland, Klerksdorp, Kuruman, Kimberley and on…
My body is actually quite sore tonight…and
Louise has already gone to bed.
We leave tomorrow…which was yesterday…I could not
post this as the power was out in the building here. We had to move around the
flat by candlelight…romantic I hear you say? Indeed…
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