Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Barns or dilapidated buildings


Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Barns or Any Dilapidated Buildings

This week the topic is Barns or any Dilapidated Buildings Let’s see how creative you can be on for this week’s challenge.

 

Staglands, New Zealand

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First farmhouse.

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Dilapidated toilet near the farmhouse.

CFFC

 

Afrikaanse Tokkels: Trekkery


 

11 Maart 2018

Sondag.

Vandag is ek weer in dieselfde huis waarin ek my eerste nege maande gebly het toe ek in Nieu Zeeland aangeland het.

Ek is poegaai van al die in- en uitpakkery.
Kinders het Woensdag 28 Februarie amptelik uit hul ou huis getrek. Die huis moes skoongemaak word die Saterdag. Matte gewas word die Maandag en een dag vir matte om droog te word. Kon eers Woensdag regtig dalk iets oorbring, wat ek nie gedoen het nie.
Ek het my vervoerwa vir die 8ste Maart bespreek. n Mens kon 10 plastiese houers kry om te gebruik om in te pak. Die houers moet n week na mens getrek het teruggaan. Ek het elkeen halfvol boeke gepak en die ander helfte met ligter goed. Die houers was steeds heel gewigtig vir my. Ek laai een in, sit leë een bo-op, laai in, sit derde een bo-op en laai in.
Daar is so baie boeke dat ek nog ekstra kartondose ook moes volpak. Toe kom al my “crafty stuff”. Dis nou scrapbooking, kaartjiesmaak goed, kralewerk, stempelwerk, verfwerk, fotografie goed! Ai, en dan al die kwiltmateriaal! Nie geweet ek het so n groot versameling materiaal nie. Het omtrent n kamer nodig om alles te bêre.
Elliot kartondose wat ek saamgebring het van SA en nog nie uitgepak het nie het ek net weer toegeplak.
Klere en slaapkamergoed word in twee reistasse gesit. Die res word in swartsakke gesit.
Die kombuis het ek nie kans voor gesien nie. Dit moet maar stelselmatig gedoen word. Ek kan nie so hoog in die kaste bykom en so laag uit kas uitpak nie. Die goed wat te swaar is hoef ek nie eers te probeer nie.
Donderdag 8 Maart sou vragmoter so na twaalf kom d w s volgens hier na “lunch”. Dit sou my kans gee om die yskas uit te pak. Nie n kans nie! Terwyl ek gou gaan brood en melk koop lui foon, dis so 10:30am: “Kan ons maar kom oplaai?” Pew, ek sê to ewe “Ja!” Blitsig huistoe. Hul kom toe daar aan met hul groot vervoerwa en raai wat? Hul kan nie inry nie want die kragdrade is te laag. Hul gaan haal toe n kleiner vragwa wat dan tweekeer sal moes ry. Alles het goed afgeloop. Alles opgepak wat moes en ek het gewys waar alles weer neergesit moet word.

 

Ek het ook gereël dat die meubels en goed wat ek nie wil hê nie gehaal word deur n “Opshop” of te wel n tweedehandese winkel. Hul kom ook ou TVs en elektroniese ware oplaai vir hersirkulasie of vernietiging, wat baie handig is. Ek het juis twee ou TVs gehad wat hul gevat het en n ou rekenaar en selfone. Hul het my “queen bed” en n enkelbed ook opgelaai, ou fiets, potte, panne en alles waaraan jy kan dink wat nie meer gebruik word nie.
Ek kan nie my ou potte en panne gebruik nie omdat hier n “Fansy” stoof is wat net sekere potte gebruik. Ai, ai, nou moet ek gaan shop vir nuwes. Gelukkig het ek voorberei en n klompie gevriesde maaltye voorberei en saamgebring. Net in mikrogolf en alles is reg vir aandete. Slaaie is ook n lekker vinnige ete.
Nou is dit uitpak tyd. Ek het gister, Saterdag, nege van houers uitgepak. My go, was toe uit. Boeke uitpak is harde werk.

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Nege uitgepakte houers

Op die oomblik het ek net n enkelbed om op te slaap omdat my dubbelbed nog nie gekom het nie. Hy is drie weke terug gekoop en hul het gesê dit sou drie weke vat om te bou. Hoop hul maak nou vinnig n plan. Ek en Trompie saam op n enkelbed is nie kinderspeletjies nie. Die eerste aand was alles so vreemd vir Trompie dat hy teen my rug gelê het met sy kop by my kop. Gelukkig het ek aan die muurkant gelê anders het ek beslis op die grond beland. Die volgende aand was hy okay en het normaal op voetenend geslaap wat darem n bietjie spasie vir my gelaat het. Die naweek het ek nog twee hondegaste ook gehad. Gelukkig is dit hul huis gewees en hulle het heel tuis gevoel. More kom hul mense weer terug dan is dit net ek en Trompie. Hopelik gaan dit nou net makliker wees.

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My enkelbedjie!

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Vriend Luigi!

Nog net my kombuisgoed en paar goedjies dan is alles opgepak en uit my eenheid uit. Dan lê skoonmaak verf en regmaak voor, voordat daar huurders kan intrek.
Nou ja, dit was n paar dae in die lewe van n 72 jarige vrou wat haar nie laat onderkry deur n trekkery nie.(Bygesê alles op my eie)

Toe beleef ek nogal n geen pensioenbetaling begin Maart nie. Spring toe op die foon Suid Afrika toe. Ek het vroeg Desember my lewenssertifikaat geteken en beëdig gestuur. ( Jy mag dit nie registreer nie en hul laat jou ook nie weet of hul hom kry nie) Dame wat my help sien toe dat dit wel aangeland het en het my weer geaktifeer en gese dit sal gedurende die volgende week reggestel word. Hoe nou gemaak? Hoe betaal ek my trek sonder geld? Gelukkig kon ek geld by my seun leen. Ook gelukkig vir my het hul toe Donderdagoggend of tewel Woensdag SA tyd inbetaal

Wat n verligting! Die lewe loop maar vreemde draaie. Ek is net dankbaar dat dit opgelos is vir hierdie jaar.

Groete van huis tot huis uit n heerlike sonnige Nieu Zealand.

Baby talk: Bea is getting there!


It has been some time since I put on some photos. Time is passing so fast I can’t believe Beatrix is nearly walking on her own.

Here Bea drinks out of a glass.

Swimming goes very well.

She held her breath for five seconds under water!

Which is excellent and the goal of the sessions.

The best of all this weekend.

We visited the new home!

 

Baby Talk: Home sweet home


After six weeks away from home the girls had a lot of sleep to catch up on. It was summer in London and they came back to a cold and frosty New Zealand last Monday.

I visited the girls on Thursday. Beatrix was still sleeping and I did not see her.

Today I went for a cup of tea. Bea was her busy self. I could not take good photos of her because she kept on moving and watching my phone. The light wasn’t that good too.

Here she is!

One week and she will be 6 months!

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With Daddy and Trompie

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Childhood: Memoirs


About my life and past

I  always wanting to please others. I can’t stand up for myself and say what I think because I don’t want to hurt others. This is how it still is today  I feel I am always coming last.

I can’t remember much of growing up, only small events come up and then go again.

The ” It’s write easy” sessions every Friday helps me to get closure in my life.

I always had someone in my life that dominated me.

First, it was my father keeping me away from enjoying my life as a scholar. The first years while we were living in Pretoria and then in Erasmia, a tiny “dorpie” (village or small town) at first was quite good. I had a few best friends at school. They even came to my home to play, and I could go on a Friday afternoon and play at their places. The school had only four teachers, and we all played and learned as if we were a big happy family. My school work was of high standard and I also enjoyed the after school activities like “korfball” * and athletics. In my last year in primary education, I was the best girl athlete in school.  

Then came the bad years. We moved to a “plot”**, away from anything. When I look back on those years, we lived a life of going nowhere.  I did not have any friends during my High school years. There was no opportunity to make friends. I could not take part in any after school events because my father did not want to pick me up afterwards. (I understand it was difficult for him, it was out of his way to pick me up) My school work did not go well. I can’t remember if there was time for homework at all.

We did not have electricity at home. We still used candles. I had to get up early, help my mother to milk the goats and then off to school in the school bus that took about an hour to get to school.  Coming back by bus in the afternoons, I had to look after the goats while they were grazing in the fields.

I got more and more lonely. Nobody to talk to, nothing. At the end I passed high school every year, I don’t know how but I did. Those years were very hard years.

I appreciate it that my parents looked after me that well. I could actually never expand my way or use my ideas.  I was always criticised no matter what I said or did.

 

*https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Korfball

**http://www.dictionary.com/browse/plot

a small piece or area of ground:

a garden plot; burial plot.

a measured piece or parcel of land:

a house on a two-acre plot.

 

Local: The Daily post: Photo challenge


https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/local/

“Home” is more than where we sleep at night. It is a place that is familiar and comforting, and it gives us a sense of belonging. Home is what and who is local — the places and people we know by heart.- says Jen H at WordPress

Tuesday morning

Awesome sunrise!

This is where my home is in Upper Hutt, New Zealand.

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In the middle in the background my unit, my home

Then the one and only buddy. At home on my chair.

Trompie

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I see you!
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Home is where the heart is

Day 5 : HOME ;: 31 days of FMFW


31 Days logo - 2015

Day 5

HOME

Home is where my heart is.

I love my own place. It has everything I need to keep me happy. I never was an outgoing person. My Home was always since I can remember the best place to be. My best home was after my wedding in 1980 to live in a “park home”. It was small but still big enough to have three bedrooms, bathroom and open plan kitchen lounge.  It was also fully furnished. We had to store all my belongings from my flat in the two empty bedrooms. The door was so small to get the furniture in we had to use the window which was a bit wider!

Today I have only basic things in my unit. They are all second hand. New furniture is to expensive. I still love my own home best, no matter how it looks.

It is my safe haven and I enjoy every moment being here.  

Visit

http://katemotaung.com/

For more information on the challenge.

Photography 101: Day one: My home – orientation


Photo 101 starts with My Home

Home is elusive. When we think about this word, we might picture different physical locations. And while home is often found on a map, it can also be less tangible: a loved one, a state of mind.

My home on a map(real place)

My home & Trompie in the window
My home & Trompie in the window
My home
My home