Day Twelve

Last night saw me adding another category of non-dress wearing to my category. Yes, you definitely did not guess it, but I have officially started work! So now it leaves me as a clothesmortal in pyjamas, exercising clothes AND work clothes. So now that I'm a working girl, I have more money to spend on not-clothes. 
Love-er-ly.

But yesterday morning is my focus of this page.

I have started helping out at my church's youth group, or "Children's Church" as they ridiculously renamed Sunday School. And it was my first lessonthing.

What on earth do you speak about to a handful (yes, only a handful) of "teens" from 12-20??
I was definitely not the "cool" person there. But my message had to be cool.

So I spent Saturday night trying to be cool.

And I decided to speak about the messages of God in cool bands. Like U2. And Bruno Mars. Adele. Mumford and Sons. The Fray. Bob Dylan...

I focussed on U2's song, 40, which is an interpretation of Psalm 40.

And then Bluetoothed and swindled my way into their cellphones (and hearts) and sent them coolsongs. They had to listen to them and tell everyone later what their song meant.

 This suddenly, like a string to a helium balloon, grounded me. It made me realise that I take meaning from some songs, and ignore the meaning of others. I take The Fray's "You Found Me" quite literally, without even a second thought on the matter. Where as Mumford and Sons' "Roll Away Your Stone" deserves a whole thesis, in my eyes. I feel so stupidly unconscious towards all meanings that I, from hereonout, will take more time to give a thought at what an artist could possibly mean. And what that song means to me.

Teaching really is the only way to learn.

Day Eleven

Today is about to turn into tomorrow and I have accumulated enough zombieness these past few days to stop caring.

Saturday saw our bright and eagerlystarving tummies to The Old Biscuit Mill's Neighbourhood Goods Market. Pity it was on the hottest day of Cape Town's year! I have never felt it necessary to buy two smoothies and an ice lollie is the space of one hour before..... now I can tick that one off the list at least!

In the evening we had full intentions of going to watch an amaaaaazing South African band, Die Heuwels Fantasties, in the Company Gardens in town before the Long Street Carnival, celebrating Human Right's Day.

Heat was our time slower so we came late but just in time for candyfloss in the park! (And of course, to watch two friends embrace....and midway both of them standing in steaming horsemanure which the great-sense-of-humour police horses had left behind.)

At the parade you couldn't walk without bumping into prams and camping chairs and old granny's perms and dreadlocks. The coolthing about the parade was the animals (like the dino below...) They were giant and worn by puppeteers and moved amazingly. With a coolresemblance to Headwig, and owl flew up and down the streets, but the crowd were taken away by the ostrich races, for which two men were made into the ostrich puppet. Everyone went beserk!

(Speaking of Dinosaurs, a side note, with a side link and a YouTube buffering to Dinosaur- Jax Panik. He was playing at the concert we missed. He, coincidently, also puts his name to this song, the song for which my sister has been MK drooling for days, just to hear it. I hope that while we're sitting here at Cocoa Wah Wah she'll use her 40 free megabytes and listen to it to end her maddening tvtakeover.)

It was sweating with capacity.

 Luckily we all decided to have a drink at a nearby hotel and left pretty early.

Nevertheless, the spectators became the mob. We were driving (just us girls in a soft-roofed BMW) through bumpertobumper traffic past the crowds. Suddenly a group of guys came to the car and were knocking on our windows and trying to open the doors and roof. So really, we had lavish living, carnivalattending and adrenaline pumping all in one night. All in all, perfect blogging material.

Our quirky night ended with having drinks with friends at Forries and then a scramble of writing my lesson for childrenschurch the next morning!