"Hanukkah in April!" (as no one says). At long last, our things arrived from the States. Four shipping containers sailed across the ocean blue and finally ended up at our door step.
When the truck first pulled up, I had to wonder what was all this stuff and why did we bring it. But, I must say, it's been nice to have some familiar things. (Did Adam need to bring three bikes? You can ask him about that. But given that we're living on one car and he bike commutes to work everyday, I let it slide.)
Like immigrants arriving at Ellis Island, our stuff was given a new name.
(A Zulu one would have been more interesting.)
(A Zulu one would have been more interesting.)
Someone pretends to help while he checks his Blackberry.
Babyccinos
One Sunday we drove down to Johannesburg (~30 min) to visit my friend, Ilan Guest , who I met in grad school at GA Tech.
Ilan just bought a house in Joburg. It was built in the 1930s and has some nice craftsman touches.
He's combining the maid's quarters and other space into an office for his GIS-based company, SatPlan - plug, plug!
He's combining the maid's quarters and other space into an office for his GIS-based company, SatPlan - plug, plug!
Noah needed caffeine, so we headed off to brunch. Babyccinos are all the rage here. (Trademark it before Starbucks does!) It's whole-milk foam, plus cocoa on top, minus the espresso shot. (Imagine if the barista forgets that last part... No nap for Noah!)
Noah's not sure what this is all about.
He's a convert.
Aging is Apparently Unavoidable
(Oops. Going back a week in time...) On March 28th, I turned a year older. Pretoria celebrated on our back patio.
I'm five!
Lucy is always happy to celebrate someone's birthday. ("What's the problem, Dad?! Eat your cupcake.")
Noah and Dorothy are happy for me, too.
Another round for everyone, says Noah!
Five is the new 40. The safari [r]ages on.xo,
Glenn
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