Wow, where does time go... Into the distant past I suppose.
Well last month was marked at the month of the woman.
I'm not sure if that's good or bad... For me that is. It was a odd month, I can only laugh and say goodbye August and hello September.
In case you didn't hear me speak in one of your groups in August I will fill you in on all the antics.
Lionel and I were invited to speak at a meeting in Table View one evening in the celebrated month of. "The Woman" so off we went in my BMW ( which some people say stands for Bring my Wallet) as we arrive at the address my car, which I call my baby, suddenly started to revolt and sputter and comes to a standstill. I just manage to get it onto the grass verge outside the venue as the man who invited us comes toward my door. I am trying to be "a lady" and look cool, calm and collected... My husband looking straight ahead of him says with a smile, that's a petrol issue.. You don't have petrol. I smile at the windscreen and between my teeth say, don't be ridiculous, I know my car, I have a quarter tank. Just then the kind gentleman gets to my door and says, shame you having some car trouble. Because I'm trying to look cool I brush the comment aside and we head off behind him to do the meeting.
At the end of the evening we of course have to go back to the car and yes, you guessed it, it wouldn't start.
We then arranged a lift home after securely locking the prized baby and my insistence that its and electronic fault.... Oh boy talk about being gracious... Not!
The next morning I'm on the phone to the well advertised Outsurance to arrange for my car to be towed. They were so willing to help but were insistent that we only had 45mins to get to the car or the tow truck driver would have got to the car and moved onto his next call if we were not at the car. My word, how do you explain to a lady at a call centre in Johannesburg that it will take awhile to dress, put on make up, GHD my hair grab my bag and get my patient husband to drive me from Fish Hoek to Table View all in 45mins.... Oh so much for dignity and womens month.... I did it, all dressed and polished and speeding along to the car now peacefully parked in the driveway of the venue where we were the night before.
So all said and done we get to the car, No tow truck. Oh heck maybe they came and went.. Quickly getting my BB out of my bag I phone the said towing company and no sweat, the towing guy is just around the corner and will be there in a second and he was. This is no small tow truck where they hook up the car, this is a huge flatbed.. Seriously!
With the paperwork completed and keys handed over we drive off in my husband car and he drops me at another appointment.
A couple of hours later he fetches me, what a patient man.
We are now heading home when my BB rings and it is my son who works at the mechanical workshop where my car has been delivered by the flat bed driver for the fitting of a 'new electronic part' and my sons opening words are, Mom you must put petrol in your car.... Oh boy.... Wrong words. I respond, don't be ridiculous, I know my car, don't joke with me I have a quarter tank of petrol. He takes his time to explain to me that the needle on my petrol gauge got stuck and I had actually done over 800km on that tank of petrol.
Man oh man. Or maybe woman oh woman... Can you believe it. Dignity flew out the window and I realise once again that I'm sot so smart and need to slow down and listen to people around me.
My husband and family had a good laugh and I thought, typical all this in honour of Womens Month.
So thank goodness August is gone and. September is here. Can anyone tell me why it rains every year in Cape Town on the 1st of September. Crazy.
Love you all. God is not finished with us yet and He makes all things beautiful in His time.
you sure you not a blonde? :)
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