My mom is strange. Not like hearing voices and worshipping crystals weird, but there are things about her that I don’t quite understand. Sometimes her weirdness is quite entertaining – here are a few tidd-bits to illustrate.
Here in sunny South Africa, we’ve been in lockdown for what feels like forever, but it’s only been two months. I’ve been at home with my parents and brother. When you’re forced to stay inside for so long, it starts to affect you. I, for instance, have started to notice more how strange my dad is. Well, more funny than strange. Let me illustrate this point with 8 ‘incidents’ involving my dad during the lockdown.
My mom can drive but refuses to. Why? Well, that’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it? I’ll ask her again when I want us to have an argument and her to sulk for two days. Basically, I don’t ask anymore. But I digress … These are the tales of driving and going to the shops with my mom.
If you have read of a few of “The Crazies” posts, you will know that my dad is quite the character. Along with his funny sayings, and quirky behaviour, my dad also has a great love of animals – sometimes annoyingly so. With that love came the bread altar.
Maybe Kalahari manners isn’t the right phrase, because I’ll be talking about the lack of manners - especially when it comes to my extended crazies. Usually when my mom and dad get into an argument the term “Kalahari manners” comes up (my dad grew up in the Kalahari). According to my mom, you can take the man out of the Kalahari, but you can’t take the Kalahari out of the man. He's such a character.