The arrival of chaos…

Well, I am just over four months into my new life in South Africa and seem to be heading in the right direction slowly but surely which is a good speed in Cape Town as everything happens ‘just now’!  Original plans have come together and new plans are gradually unravelling, as too will my circle of networks continue to hopefully grow.  My dream is to set up my own business here or start a collaboration of sorts at some stage but it is easier said than done and time and perseverance will tell!  The ethos behind the business will ultimately be to help and contribute to the South African community.

In the mean time I have been focusing my attention on finally becoming a home owner and all the duties that go with it!  Hopefully my new abode will be the hub of some exciting endeavours and a space to allow my mind to open up and flow with ideas.  I never thought South Africa would be the place I would buy my first home and some may say this is crazy, but I tell you what, it feels wonderful.  It is the most magical home I could ever have dreamed of in one of the most beautiful places I think I have ever lived in my life.  It was well and truly worth the wait until now!

Having a home does indeed make me feel so much more grounded than my previous fly by the seat of my ‘skirts’ lifestyle!  I always said I never wanted to live in a house with a white picket fence and be all settled down but it is not so bad after all and that doesn’t necessarily mean the adventures have to stop!  It just means I have a base camp and a place to let the brain explore the avenues of possibility that are currently flowing like streams in my mind and maybe turn one of them into a powerful river!

However, there is a slight cause of distraction to my attention right now and I don’t just mean the responsibilities of up-keeping my new home; although wow there is so much more to do than when you are just renting an apartment!  Oh no, I have also taken on an even bigger responsibility!  If you have ever had the chance or inclination to read ” a glimpse of me…” you will have learnt of my great love of St Bernards!  Well guess what…… Bernard just came bounding into my life…..   Woof Woof!

Now you may well laugh and think it rather ridiculous that I have actually decided to call him ‘Bernard’…. call it totally unoriginal or call it very original!!  He is of the finest blood line and therefore it seemed appropriate he should have such a distinguished and I think hilarious name…..’Bernard’ or ‘Bernie’ for short.  It also suits his very entertaining, determined and stubborn character.

Let me proudly introduce you to my new puppy, mischief maker, home destroyer, lover of chewing anything in sight, curtain ghost and drool machine!  This photo is when he was only very small, he is actually now four months old and really getting quite large!  Yes, slight terror has been installed as I look at him and wonder how big he is going to get!  Further photo’s to follow so watch this space.  The crazy thing is he was actually born on the 2nd June 2013 which was the very weekend I arrived in Cape Town, I think it was meant to be.

St. Bernard dog.

In some ways dogs are like people. You got to love ’em to bring out the best in ’em.

George “Gramps” Miller –  ( George is a fictional character in the long-running television series, Lassie.)