my first husband, ronnie, died in a plane crash 6 years ago. he left on a friday morning, and went to pretoria's wonderboom airport, and got on a small plane with 2 of his colleagues. his one colleague, hendrik, was the pilot. they were going to tzaneen on business. they crashed on takeoff. it happened at about 07h20. i only heard about it at between 10 and 11am.
in the time after he died and i heard about it, i was making some phone calls at home. amongst others, i called this guy who's pamphlet had been on my friend lucia's notice board for months. he did garden refuse removal. i had arranged with him that he would drop off the drum early the next morning. of course, after i heard the devestating news, i forgot. the next morning, when i was a widow for 24,5 hours, the doorbell rang, and i met the man. his first words to me were 'what's wrong?'. i must have looked terrible...
the first few months i hardly even noticed him. sometimes for weeks i did not even see him. i certainly did not look at him. ok, maybe a teeny little peep...
at the time i had this fancy sprinkler system in my garden. it was automatic, with these pop-up nozzles. it was giving me problems. these thingies were popping up, but not turning, and just spraying their water in one direction. some did not even pop up, the water just sort of bubbled out of the ground. i had phoned some companies to come and service them, but nobody was interested.
one morning, as the sprayers were working, and some of the water was running down the road, my doorbell rang. it was the man, offering to fix my sprinklers. and the rest is, as they say, history...
of course, if i had wanted to have sprinklers fixed today, i would probably have to pay someone else to do it...
stay tuned for the next riveting episode of : 'how i met the man'.
or maybe not.
jacki janse van rensburg - SCRAPPIN TIMES
in the time after he died and i heard about it, i was making some phone calls at home. amongst others, i called this guy who's pamphlet had been on my friend lucia's notice board for months. he did garden refuse removal. i had arranged with him that he would drop off the drum early the next morning. of course, after i heard the devestating news, i forgot. the next morning, when i was a widow for 24,5 hours, the doorbell rang, and i met the man. his first words to me were 'what's wrong?'. i must have looked terrible...
the first few months i hardly even noticed him. sometimes for weeks i did not even see him. i certainly did not look at him. ok, maybe a teeny little peep...
at the time i had this fancy sprinkler system in my garden. it was automatic, with these pop-up nozzles. it was giving me problems. these thingies were popping up, but not turning, and just spraying their water in one direction. some did not even pop up, the water just sort of bubbled out of the ground. i had phoned some companies to come and service them, but nobody was interested.
one morning, as the sprayers were working, and some of the water was running down the road, my doorbell rang. it was the man, offering to fix my sprinklers. and the rest is, as they say, history...
of course, if i had wanted to have sprinklers fixed today, i would probably have to pay someone else to do it...
stay tuned for the next riveting episode of : 'how i met the man'.
or maybe not.
jacki janse van rensburg - SCRAPPIN TIMES
