Because I have just, literally, arrived back at our house in Johannesburg, and because I have been away in Cape Town since last Tuesday evening, and because I have not had chance to process any of the photos I took – not that I took too many – of the newest of my three grandsons, Gabriel, or of his parents Hayley and Jono, all I will say for now is that the little lad is a delight: alert, engaging, blue-eyed, a wriggler, and doted on to distraction by his adoring mum and dad. Pending Gabriel pictures, here is a last […]
‘The President’s Keepers,’ by Jacques Pauw, published by Tafelberg, has caused something of a sensation here, not least because of government’s clumsy attempts to suppress it – the best publicity that Pauw and his publisher could ask for. Copies of the book have sold like proverbial hot cakes – I had to place a copy on order, and picked it up at Exclusive Books in Hyde Park yesterday. I have hardly been able to put it down since. Apart from anything else, it is damn well written – fast-paced, vivid, more best-selling thriller than sombre analysis. And yet the story […]
With Rob safely and warmly (well, warm indoors I guess) back in our little house in Marchmount Road in Toronto, my thoughts somehow turn to our last days here, back towards the end of 2010, when we had packed up our home in Johannesburg and were doing one last road trip to say goodbye to South Africa, before the big move to Canada, where I would descend into Pearson as a landed immigrant, and set out on the road towards becoming a Canadian. One of the last places we stayed before our departure was the little fishing village of Paternoster, up […]
On the first of the new month Rob leaves (again) for Canada, this time for three weeks, to take care of our house in Marchmount Road – essentially, to rent it out, now that Eve and Shaun and little Joshua have moved to a house of their own, and to see friends, take in an exhibit perhaps at the AGO, breathe in the Canadian air and, perchance, get a taste of early winter. Our house here in Joburg will feel empty without her, but with the year just galloping along, in no time she’ll be back, followed closely by Jonathan, […]
We had barely taken our seats at Coobs in Parkhurst last night when a seeming explosion rent the air, as if from the street two feet from the patio where we were sitting. Moments later the sky opened up, torrential, rinsing rain emptied the sky, the wind grasped the trees lining the sidewalk and shook them. Meanwhile dinner was served, platters of confit duck legs and pan fried duck breast with Asian salad for both of us, which, accompanied by a bottle of Vergenoegd Merlot, were pronounced delicious. Think of it as a gift from Nora, our friend in Vancouver, […]
Ahead of schedule, here is the weekend post – another half-dozen images of young Thomas Tjasink. Family pics, to be sure – but I was trying, also, to show there is something both monumental, and tender, about being a parent, and about being an infant – a moment that is both infinite, and open-ended, yet concrete and immediate.