Late Night Crates

Catherine and I left Wits this morning, and made our way to the Carnival Mall in Benoni, we were on a morning of errands, We were at the mall to buy prizes for our Basketball challenge at the launch, we were very lucky to find two well priced Nike sports bags. They will definitely do. Then we went to a nursery somewhere out in some obscure farmland where a lady with a beehive haircut sold us more vygies. Our adventure then took us into Springs on a mission to find shackles for our swings, well we toured the town, twice, and eventually found them after brief confrontations from an ogre looking man and a very sassy sales assistant. Then we had to collect our sponsored Coke from a depot in Nigel. They had might as well refer to Nigel as half way to nowhere, because that’s exactly where we went. In the middle of a dead maize field, in what must have been planned as an industrial development, which no one but Coca Cola and a dead maize field saw as a viable place for development. Catherine and I were intrigued to be sent away from the depot to collect our Coke elsewhere. They no longer do wholesale because of rampant crime. We both looked at the dead maize as we drove out of the depot wondering where the criminals were and why they would rob a place so far from any obvious human habitation.

We finally got to KwaThema at 12:00, where Gareth and Robyn had been preparing an argument as to why the swings should be positioned where they want them. We were frightened by their enthusiasm and newly developed upper body strength so we relented. The rest of the day was filled with controlled mayhem as we rushed around completing everything for the launch tomorrow.

At the Recycling Container site, our painter Linda had not yet arrived, and had finished about 10% of the sign. In our complete panicked hysteria, Ahaka managed to find an excellent artist, Wilson and we immediately employed him. By the time he reached the site, Linda had too, so we had two artists completely reinterpreting the sign, but managing to complete it. They worked until 9pm that evening.

I have no photos of today because of the amount of work we had to achieve, from last minute painting, to the erection of the basketball hoop and general cleaning up. We managed to fix the swings, which look fantastic and left the mattress, fake grass and beer crate wall fixing for tomorrow morning.

Well our day didn’t end as most have, it reached 6pm and we didn’t go home but moved to the back of Mr Cindy’s house with a mass of about 60 beer crates. Here, armed with a drill, hundreds of nuts and bolts and a quartz each, we set about building the beer crate walls. It was utterly chaotic, but we managed, emerging cold, slightly bruised, yet determined, straight backed and glossy eyed.

Tomorrow it all comes together.