On my walk this morning I heard, then saw, a tin can rolling down the street. A man ran after it, scooped it up with his foot, kicked it in the air, caught it deftly and carried it back to where he was working. His … Continue reading One man’s trash.
I remember the first time I met Sheldon in Melville. It was December, 2019, just before Christmas. He was walking with purpose along 7th Street, carrying a bunch of the prettiest daisies I’d ever seen. I was intrigued by this man who was clearly on … Continue reading Scent of a flower
This morning I walked past the pavement library on 3rd Avenue in Melville. It’s a community project, a little box against a tree, one where passers-by can put books in, or take books out. There is no obligation to return the books; just to enjoy … Continue reading Word on the Street
I’ve written a lot about walking in Melville. So much so that I was recently asked to ‘plot my route’ for other walkers. I immediately said yes, I would love to, and got out my pen and paper. Until I realised I do not know … Continue reading A proverb from Melville
The other day I sat in a sunbeam with a Melville shop owner, listening to his stories. I’d planned on blogging about the hood and our many ups-and-downs over the last few decades. About how he sees a future Melville. But I got distracted. Distracted … Continue reading Sunbeams and shadows
In Johannesburg we all look forward to October, a month of exceptional beauty. Flowers burst with pride, the colours and fragrances are intense, even the bees seem okay. And our beautiful Jacarandas start to bloom. We hope. We start talking about them in September. … Continue reading Jacaranda Season
Every morning after my yoga class I walk the short block to TILT, my local and favourite coffee shop in Melville. It’s like going from one shrine to another. At yoga we stretch, pose, turn into pigeons and ohm. At TILT we breathe in the … Continue reading An ode to TILT
I was admonished recently by someone I admire deeply, for thinking I needed a date to dine out. ‘Go on your own, dammit,’ she told me. ‘Dress up, put on your lipstick and go and have fun.’ I knew she was right but I find … Continue reading Pablo House, Johannesburg
Last night I was invited to a food tasting and did a terrible job at hiding my Food Imposter Syndrome. I love eating food but I don’t know much about describing it. Plus I cannot tell the difference between cumin and coriander, I find amuse-bouche … Continue reading Lucky Bean, Melville.
This afternoon I wandered through my hood, picked up an extra large coffee, said hi to the broom sellers, hung out in my favourite vintage store, checked out the tattoo parlour, dropped off my dry-cleaning, bought and ate a granny smith apple, gave money to the homeless man even though I wish he’d find another hood to be homeless in, sat in an outdoor cafe and wrote a birthday card for a friend, felt the warm winter sunshine on my cheeks, ate cake and bought two dresses by mistake.
On the way home I picked up sunflowers, met a dog called Daisy and flirted with some very sexy construction workers.
Now I’m going to find a spot for the brooms, hang up the dresses and put the flowers in my late Grandmother’s vase.
I’ve got David Bowie, my dogs, my book and a bottle of Pinot Noir and I feel so satisfied and smug, maybe next I’m gonna run for president.
Loving my neighborhood.