This blog was supposed to be about cricket. Joe is covering a test match between South Africa and India today, and I had planned to go with him as I’ve never seen cricket before. But instead, I am sitting at home and Joe is sitting at the stadium, not photographing cricket. Because it’s raining.
Over the last ten days I have witnessed rain in every imaginable form. Rain showers, rain storms, rain-bows. Cold rain. Warm rain. Sheets of torrential rain. Gentle, steady rain. Light drizzle. Thunder (both the quiet, rumbling variety and the spectacular crackling variety). Bolts of lightning. Hail.
I never knew it could rain so much. At first it was pleasant but I’m ready for it to stop now. And from what I’ve heard, this isn’t a normal weather pattern for Johannesburg in summer. We’re supposed to have bright, warm days with a quick thundershower at 4:00 in the afternoon. You can set your watch by it, everyone says.
Well, my watch has been stuck on cold and rainy for over a week.
Update since I started this blog: The rain has stopped and the sun is trying to shine. Scattered showers are still predicted for the afternoon but tomorrow is supposed to be sunny.
If you’re yearning for a cricket blog, don’t despair. Cricket test matches can last up to five days. (Yes, you read correctly.) So you might be in luck tomorrow.
How have I never blogged about 44 Stanley Avenue, the coolest shopping and dining complex in Joburg, which is only five minutes from my house?
I guess it’s wrong to say I’ve never blogged about 44 Stanley; I’ve mentioned it countless times over the years (see here and here) when writing about specific restaurants or shops that are there. But I’ve never written a dedicated post about 44 Stanley as a destination and it’s about time I did – especially now, with the holidays upon us.
I’ve been dreadfully uninspired lately, struggling to think of anything I want to blog about despite having a long list of great ideas (many of which you, my readers, provided in September). I’m finding it hard to feel positive about life at the moment. But on Saturday Thorsten and I got the chance to visit Indwe Park, an indigenous garden and sculpture park in Braamfontein, and I knew I had my topic for today.
Given this week’s political nuclear bomb blast, it feels like a weird time to publish a light-hearted post about my recent (pre-election) jaunt through the United States. But I’m hoping you’ve have had enough of the U.S. election horror show – I know I have – and are ready (at least temporarily) for some wholesome American travel adventures. If so, please read on about my four-day visit to Maine, the northeastern-most state in the lower 48, with my sister, Susanna.
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It makes me smile, when I see it.