shower

I did promise a post-a-day in June. No writing today or even any thoughts to offer about writing or screenwriting.

Went on a family trip out to Hout Bay for fish and chips and to watch the seals in the bay. I thought I saw a crocodile - but they're freshwater aren't they - not salt water?

Then it was off to a 'baby shower' in Gugulethu for my (wait a minute I have such an extended family here - it gets a bit confusing sometimes) husband's youngest sister's youngest daughter's baby which is due next week. She (J) has had the most vibrant and (outwardly) healthy pregnancy I've ever witnessed. Today at the shower - only a week away from giving birth, she looked stunning in pink furry top and blue contact lenses bomping down on the dancefloor. The average age of the mainly females guests was 22 - so all the oldies gave the speeches - in Xhosa. So of course I had to come up with something off the top of my head - in English - about how we're all looking forward to this baby and how every child is welcome into this family.
Hmmm - maybe this is what growing up is all about - I never once thought when I was younger, that I'd ever be doing this.

Then the DJ turned the music up. Food and beers came out. More folk poured in. I stomped around to the heavy, heavy dub dub kwaito sound until a one-eyed man started to lurch around rather erratically, then I knew it was time for us all to go home.

Laters