There are really only 2 seasons in Johannesburg, summer and winter. Autumn and spring are just figments of our imaginations. I can see the hazy horizon and the sun’s loopy stance and I can just tell that winter is upon us.
I hate this time of year. The only way one knows that summer is gone is by looking at the cascading leaves, in all shades of autumn, that coats the sidewalks and gardens. It’s like one minute I'm basking in summer rays and then the next I wake up and it's winter. But the problem is that it’s still so freaking hot during the day. Where I’m situated, it’s an average of 28° Celsius (83F for you Lyn). The evenings are warm too and it only really cools down in the early hours of the morning. By cool I mean 16° C (62F). By British standards, their summer is our winter lol.
It’s that time of year where it’s too hot to wear your winter clothes, but too cold to wear your summer clothes. My body is mystified. At night, I can’t sleep because it's either too hot or too cold. This is actually a good indicator of what hell will be like (although no one will ever be able to comprehend Hell).
The only good thing about this time of year, (apart from my birthday), is the holidays and the chocolate bunnies and Easter eggs. I already OD’d on those chocolate marshmallow eggs; I should have stopped after the first 50 but now I think I’m good for the next year or two. With the public holidays on the 10th of April, 13th April, 22nd April, 27th April and 1st May, we’re going to be spoiled with chocolate filled 4-day weeks for the next month and will have to pay the price for that later.
I always want to go sailing this time of year. I don’t know why…maybe it’s the thought of cool waters and the hot sun on deck like those Armani or Dolce & Gabbana commercials with the super hot dude in his undies in that boat on the Med (Greece maybe?)with that girl in her (well who cares about the stupid girl & whatever she's wearing). I need a yacht, that’s what the MBA is for, I have to remember that. I’m such a yuppie sometimes. And a chronic dreamer.
Reminds me, I have a shit load of work to do…and my accounting is still not up to scratch. Honestly, I’d rather skin my own eyelids with a carving knife. (Seriously, someone cut me and it would be less painful) But there’s just no getting around it. Maybe I should just get a hot tutor that gives lessons without his clothes on, and then I’m sure I’ll get straight A’s because I wouldn’t want to disappoint him.
I don’t want much in the way of material possessions, I always feel like they weigh me down. But I have to keep that yacht in mind all the time. It’s my symbol of freedom. And the only motivating force I have right now.
Getting back to work is always a bitch. Especially in winter.