I have not done much today.
I had good intentions.
I HAVE slept a bit.
I HAVE read a bit.
And I HAVE prodded my Grandson with an electric cow prodder.
Well, my voice had the same effect.
If not better.
Have you any idea how hard it is to keep a teenager focused?
And to keep them motivated?
I’ll tell you.
It is almost bloody IMPOSSIBLE.
I am sure that, by now, he dislikes me intensely.
That is alright.
The feeling is mutual.
He has to scour the net for job opportunities.
And send out his CV.
He did it once last week.
Didn’t find anything.
And gave up.
He is also trying to design a webpage for a local restuarant.
Not easy as he is just learning himself.
He has been spending a lot of time on it.
This is good.
I leave in two and half months.
He has to find something to support himself before then.
Today I had to convince him that the job is priority.
The website must be done in the evening.
Instead of visiting girlfriend.
Or chatting on Facebook.
You can imagine how well that is going down.
Anyway, something seems to have worked.
He has spent the last three hours sending out his CV.
To more than thirty companies.
He, very sheepishly, admitted I was right.
There ARE jobs out there.
He will probably get thirty rejections.
But,hell, at least he is getting some practice.
I, on the other hand, could have a frigging heart attack.
The kid has such potential.
A bit hidden at the moment.
He is a good looking boy.
Has had a raw deal in life.
Does not know his sperm donor.
His mother lives in a village with no future for him.
With a new baby.
He is kind.
He is very bright.
He caught up two years of Biology in six months when we changed his school.
And got 68% in Matric.
I now need to build up his self esteem.
He is also a teenager.
But no-one is perfect.
Oh and don’t forget who his Gran is.
There are some good genes in there.
Anyone know of any job opportunities?
Back to my title.
For the sake of new blogging buddies…a little recap.
We live in a rented shoebox.
A NICE rented shoebox.
The house was sold last year.
The new owner lives in Johannesburg and has bought the house to retire to one day.
She is having some much needed maintenance done.
My younger son is doing the work.
He is a builder and does a lot of work for the letting agent.
Yesterday, while I was doing the doctor things, he came around and sanded and repainted all the burglar bars.
So….last night I go into my bathroom.
Please bear in mind I am the least observant person around.
It drives Mex Mad.
I can not notice a piece of paper for days on end.
I go into the bathroom.
While I brush my teeth I start running the shower.
Then strip and get INTO the shower.
As one does.
I turn to close the shower door and I DO notice something.
The bathroom window has been opened to it’s fullest extent.
To allow the paint to dry.
It could not have been more open if it had tried.
I am in full view of the main road.
Did I mention I was naked?
I vacated the shower and grabbed a towel.
Then discovered I could not reach the window catch to close the window.
I needed a shower.
I wanted a shower.
So I gave a mental shrug.
Dropped the towel.
And had a shower.
Thank God I am leaving here soon.