Chasing Noodles

When I go fly fishing, changing flies every so often is not unheard of. If the fish aren't biting, it must be the wrong fly. Obviously nothing to do with my skills, just the wrong fly.  The beautiful Oxbow Lodge, Bronkhorstspruit. If I really think about it, I do the same in the figurative sense too. If something isn't working for me, I throw that out and move onto something else, or somewhere else. When it comes to me making decisions about my life and things that relate to my wellbeing I'm incredibly impatient. Give me a fishing rod, or a classroom full of children and I have all the patience in the world.  Maybe it's time for me to stick to the same fly, maybe move around the dam a little to find the best spot, but to not give up on my little fly that I so carefully chose in the beginning anyway. I chose that fly for a reason and unless I get it caught in a tree (as I have once, maybe twice), I'm going to wait for it to become my right fly.  ...

My Mom does not leave home, a restaurant, work or the shops without topping up her lipstick. I am lucky if I remember to put some Zam-buk on and special occasions maybe a touch of nude gloss. She LOVES gardening, I struggle to keep a cactus alive. I am crazy about all furry animals. The further away a mouse is to my Mom, the better.  The Real Makoya I'll never be like that, we said when we were younger. Well, things change and we pick up little habits as we grow older. Now days, I'm not comfortable leaving my bed unmade and don't leave the house without mascara. And sometimes I catch myself sounding just like my Mom with the kids at school.  Remember how you used to roll your eyes at your parents? Well, you might be just like them one day.  Quote by  Evelyn Arthur St. John Waugh