I’ve officially got through two weeks of smiling like Sylvester Stallone, and Dylan’s first day of high school. While I’m totally clear on my feelings that Bells Palsy completely sucks, I hadn’t realised just how nervous I was about school going well. I was almost surprised at the horrid could-have-gone-wrongs running through my head as I waited for Dylan to come out. He didn’t know anyone. What if the kids were completely horrible? Please let there be great teachers. Or, at least, no truly awful ones.
Was so absorbed in freaking out I jumped when the door opened. Dylan piled in, talking a mile a minute, “They have a Ping Pong table. Or is it a Table Tennis table. Are they different? I think I should get a bat. Oh, wait, I forgot my timetable” and out he hopped again. Right then, every muscle on high alert relaxed. My shoulders literally dropped. And I was suddenly aware of Black Eyed Peas on the radio, “I got a feeling, that tonight’s gonna be a good night.” Should’ve listened earlier!
So that’s the great news. As for the crooked face, well, at least I’m on the home stretch. Next week will be three weeks. Most recover by then. The rest take another couple months. Quick or slow, no happy medium here. Much like the rest of my life, really.
BRILLIANT! Dylan and I just got back from watching Santos play Ajax – first game in the new Cape Town stadium. Bonus maraschino cherry on top, Freshly Ground played – and rocked! The atmosphere was insane, excitement so palpable my skin tingled. Forget the roar of twenty thousand spectators, add the sound of thousands of vuvuzela’s and it’s goosebumps and manic grinning all the way. The stadium is incredibly beautiful and I couldn’t stop looking up, sweeping lines against perfect African blue sky – incredible. Sucks that World Cup’s in Winter!
Game ended with neither side having scored so onto Penalty Shootout (how soccer savvy do I sound?!) which Dylan was totally stoked about. Ajax’s goalie towers over the other players, Dylan was sure this meant instant victory. “He just has to stand with his arms out, they probably reach the sides!” Except Santos won. Oops. By only one goal but seems that’s no consolation. Out moped my Ajax supporting son, cardboard shield drooping, feet dragging, right up until he spotted McDonalds.
Seems when you’re 13, there’s not much a cheeseburger can’t fix.
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