It’s Day 88 of the South African lockdown. Today, at long last, Trixie the Melville Kitten (who is actually not a kitten anymore) makes her blogging debut.
From Trixie:
Hello! Hi it’s Trixie! I’m blogging I’m blogging I’m blogging.
I wanted to blog for a long time. Heather said I’m too little. I said I’m two! Big Brother said I’m not smart enough but that’s wrong. I asked asked asked, I said please! They said no no no.
But today Heather said she doesn’t have ideas to blog. Big Brother says he’s cold. He’s at the fire.
Heather said today I can blog. I’m blogging I’m blogging I’m blogging!
Heather says it is lock-down. It has been lock-down for a lot of days. I love lock-down, Heather is here all the time. She feeds me and plays with my string and stays in bed with the hot bottle and I sleep where it’s warm. Lock-down is nice!
Outside I love to climb. I climb in the tree high high high! Heather stands under, she says don’t fall. I don’t fall. I climb and I roll roll roll on the ground. I sneak in the grass and the leaves.
I run in the bathtub and lick the water. I jump in the box. I crawl in the blanket. I creep through the door, the small door only for cats. I eat the yummy food. I run. I run I run I run.
I jump on Big Brother. I want to play! But he won’t. Big Brother is old. I love Big Brother a lot.
I’m tired sometimes. I lay in the sun. I look in the window. I sleep, I have a scary dream! I wake up I’m scared I meow I jump. I run I run I run.
This is Trixie in lock-down. I love lock-down I love Heather I love Big Brother I love Trixie. I love you!
I blogged I blogged I blogged. Good night, love Trixie.
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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