Monday, woke up in Franschhoek, school run, Cape Town visit, dermatologist – the smell of your own flesh burning is disturbing on some level, brunch at Bootleggers, Den Anker, Franschhoek.
Tuesday, school run, Boschendal, weekly meeting, salads at Col’caccio with Mia, more than one Jamey at the guest house with the owner.
Wednesday, school run, Boschendal – try their fish and chips, admin day, Wellington vet visit, club house sushi.
The Facebook pet project turned one and managed to get 64k likes.
Stayed on a guest farm for a few days, pretty much the only guests – the hospitality industry can not be happy.
Thursday, school run, Boschendal, some VoIP tinkering, weekly meeting.
“People who claim to know jackrabbits will tell you they are primarily motivated by Fear, Stupidity, and Craziness. But I have spent enough time in jack rabbit country to know that most of them lead pretty dull lives; they are bored with their daily routines: eat, fuck, sleep, hop around a bush now and then….No wonder some of them drift over the line into cheap thrills once in a while; there has to be a powerful adrenalin rush in crouching by the side of a road, waiting for the next set of headlights to come along, then streaking out of the bushes with split-second timing and making it across to the other side just inches in front of the speeding front wheels” — Hunter S. Thompson — about distraction
Monday, woke up in the Karoo, hiked up the 1st kloof – spiderman mission, drone flying, removed a splinter from my hand, we made radlers again, braai.
Watch HRV reading shows I sleep well in the Karoo.
Tuesday, morning hike – 2nd kloof to the water pools, braai broodjies for breakfast, a long day of driving, drove from the Karoo to Somerset West to fetch Mia and back to Franschhoek, supper at Allora, Klein Watenfal Riverside Lodge, watched Please Stand By again.
Wednesday, shortest school run yet, worked at Boschendal, dentist check-up, hair cut, fetched Mia, house hunting, sushi at the club house, chilled by the pool.
Thursday, school run, Boschendal again, fetched Mia, oysters special at Grande Provence.
Friday, guest house breakfast, school run, Boschendal, first Atomic Vumatel customers went live, fetched Mia, car wash and beer at Hey Joe Brewery, nap, sunset walk.
Saturday, breakfast with Mia, dropped her at school for a netball clinic, Franschhoek, vet, Pearl Valley, fetched Mia, epic nap, seafood pizza at Grappa Pappa, 18yo Glenmorangie.
Why does Webflow not support IPv6 yet?
“I survived AM, FM, ISDN and IPv4.” — spotted on Twitter
Sunday, lazy morning, blogging and photo processing, we had a late lunch at Topiary, Franschhoek, nap, sunset walk and a long phone chat with Jacques.
Monday, walked to the Waterfront, Mussels Monday with Adrian at Den Anker, nap, sunset podcast promenade walk – 15k steps.
Tuesday, morning walk to Clifton, last day of antibiotics – thank goodness – 4 courses of antibiotics over 3 weeks – not ideal, bloody mary and an all day breakfast at Hemelhuis – yum, a quick Beta Beach visit, nap, sunset walk to the Waterfront – 15k steps.
Wednesday, rainy morning walk to Clifton, Mia turned 15 – yikes, pumpkin flapjacks, home office day, sunset walk, saganaki salad at Mykonos Taverna – 15k steps.
“Nothing lasts as long as a short term workaround. There’s nothing so permanent as temporary.”
You can now get Atomic over the Vumatel fibre network, if you live in the Cape of Good Hope.
Thursday, early morning DC visit – Airpods Pro work pretty well for noise cancelling in a DC – braai with Wouter, Luke, Justin and Shona.
Turns out you can remotely mount a recovery boot disk via IPMI.
Friday, random tinkering, sunset walk, oysters at the Mojo market – pro tip: when you’ve recently had dental surgery – avoid tabasco, watched a Netflix doccie with Wouter.
“Woke supremacy is as bad as white supremacy” — news headline this week
Saturday, smoothie making, backups, device charging, packing, road trip to Laignsburg, met up with Paul and drove to their farm.
Sunday, swim, nap, climbed on the roof to take some photos – too windy for the drone, a few Radlers (see roof, Radler and Paul above), braai.
The term Radler originates with a drink called Radlermass (literally “cyclist liter”) that was originally created by Innkeeper Franz Kugler in a small town named Deisenhofen, just outside Munich. During the great cycling boom of the Roaring Twenties, Kugler created a bicycle trail from Munich, through the woods, which led directly to his drinking establishment. On a beautiful June day in 1922, a reported “13,000 cyclists” crashed Kugler’s party. Fast running out of beer, he blended it 50/50 with a lemon soda he could never seem to get rid of, and the rest is history.