While sitting waiting in the car while my husband went into the electrical store, I watched customers going in and out. From the outside, the shop looked closed: the storefront was high and covered in advertising. The tall set of front doors too were opaque, each side advertising a different brand of high-end plug- and light-fittings.
Wednesday, July 5, 2023
This door is never closed
Friday, May 5, 2023
Looking it up...
The classroom is very like the ones I taught in 15 years ago; the desks, in particular, have not changed. Each one comprises a wooden bench seat, a wide, single-slatted wooden back, and wooden lidded desk. A metal U-shaped support curves from the front of the desk on each side, down to form the front legs, backwards across the floor, and up to form the back legs and provide a place to attach the backrest. I wonder if the desk lids are nailed closed, as in every other school I know, the authorities having given up trying to keep the insides clean of half-eaten sandwiches, staples, and crib-notes. (I make a mental note to check.)
Friday, April 28, 2023
Where were you?
Where were you on April 27th 1994? Take a moment to think back...
Did you stand for hours, first in the pre-dawn chill and then in the sun? Did you brave the rain? There was provision for some to cast their votes the previous day: the elderly, and those with special needs, and those who had to work on Election Day. There was even an allowance for "overflow" voting the next day.
Did you queue with excitement, or with fear? Times had been tense - threats of violence in some places, actual violence in others, with protests and riots and old-style police strong-arm tactics. The assassination of Chris Hani the previous year was fresh in our minds.
Perhaps we all approached the day with a cocktail of feelings: hope as the base, joined by a sense of justice, with a swirl of trepidation and a dash of cynicism, and maybe a slice of bright excitement to top it off.
I had the privilege of working at a local election station. We were trained beforehand in how make the ink mark on the thumb and how to use the ultraviolet scanners to check for those marks. Only a select group of volunteers were permitted to stand at the actual voting boxes where the folded ballot papers were pushed in with rulers; only some were allowed to check the voters' rolls and people's IDs. But we all had a role to play.
I remember doing door duty, and handing out ballot forms. It was quiet, just a low murmur of brief exchanges between the waiting citizens, instructions from the officials. It was humbling and rewarding to see every person allowed through the doors, welcomed with a smile, and finally allowed to step up and make their cross, many for the first time in their lives. No matter how different we all looked or the languages we spoke, that day we were simply all South Africans, and proudly so.
Wednesday, April 19, 2023
Courage
A woman sits before us, dressed in a white and blue printed shirt-dress and leggings, hair artfully pinned up, colourful glasses framing a wide-eyed, intent, focused gaze. She is next to a portable whiteboard; we are ranged around her in a circle in the room where we have met for the past ten Sunday evenings as we explore "The Artist's Way at Work".
Tuesday, April 11, 2023
Hello?
The other day my phone travelled to work with my husband. I was already AT work, had left it at home where he still was, and he was to drop it off on his way to various sites. Distracted by calls as he drove, he forgot to come past and drop it off.
After an initial burst of irritation, I realised it was not really his problem. After all, it was me who'd forgotten my phone in the first place. True, he offered to bring it when asked; but it was still "my problem", not, as my son William taught me a few days ago, "SEP" - someone else's problem. I know you will want to know that the phrase "someone else's problem" comes from the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (we aren't sure, William and I, from which of the four books in the trilogy* it came).
I needed my phone to facilitate payments from clients at work - but I could use my employer's phone (and she got to practice leaving it with me like she's supposed to do. My two employers are doctors, and the phone should be with me while they consult. They each manage this in different ways - a story for another day.)
The only message on my absent phone that needed attending to was one about collecting a carpet to be cleaned. Steve organised for the carpet to be got ready, but forgot to reply to the message; the carpet simply waited until the next day to be collected. (I'm remembering E.E. Nesbit's tale of The Phoenix and the Carpet, where an old rolled-up carpet bought on a sale turns out to be magical... The magic in our case will be to have a clean carpet once again!)
I'm sure if I ran a business I'd be writing in a different tone, saying how much I'd missed out on with my phone not to hand. As it is, I have to report that I managed perfectly well without it. All the experts who write about screen time and cell phone use advise "time off" - devices turned off or put away, down-time. Take it from me: this is not nearly as scary or difficult as it sounds.
Step one: leave your phone at home...
* if you think this is a mistake - four books in a trilogy - it means you have not encountered the author Douglas Adams. You have missed out.
Elgin Railway Market
The buzz and hum of talk is punctuated by by the odd clink of cutlery; a cool breeze comes fitfully through the large sliding window that the man at the next table has just opened. The big wooden refectory tables with their benches can seat 20-plus; the space is filling up as visitors arrive to see the approach of the train. Will today be steam? It’s what they have all come to see… the tame dragon from a past era, that demands coal and water and constant tending as it hauls its passengers up the pass to these upland apple orchards with their surrounding forests and hills. Beyond the old station yard are more sheds, then hills, then higher, pine-forested hills beyond them. Today they are dimmed with a fine mist.