Do you know how to comment?

I love commenting on any issue. If I have an opinion, I will tell anyone who will listen. This isn't the most desirable quality, but it's one of mine and I love it!

However, commenting should be more like an eco system where we give to get. No one ever comments on my blog and it distresses me. Is it boring? Is it because no one reads it? How do I get more people to read it? Maybe I don't ask compelling questions that warrant compelling answers.

So here I ask the simplest of questions: If you happen to stumble across this little pathway into my daily life, leave a mark. Even a smiley face. Or a sad one if it made you sad. Something. I would appreciate it.

I eagerly await your quips, remarks, boos or "i love you"'s.

A MayDay Portrait

Worker's Day in South Africa was a beautiful sight in Port Elizabeth yesterday.

The sun was shining despite a weekend of murky weather and threats of rain. Dusted off fishing rods, cooler boxes and fold-up chairs invaded the river banks. Surfers pretended the waves were bigger than they really were and had a jol in the sea. Gran and Gramps did a bit of cardio with a brisk walk along the beachfront. A few guys showed the Proteas how its really done - and put on a real show for the cars going by.

It seems almost everyone downed tools yesterday to enjoy being a South African. The portrait portrayed South Africans relishing the luxuries and idiosyncracies exclusive to us. No matter how kitsch or common, yesterday South Africa did what South Africans do. Well done...