Sunday
Dear Elsie
Today was the day Granpa bought a theodolite! This has a backstory going back decades. When we were newly married, we had many conversations about Mike starting his own land survey private practice, but the start up costs were phenomenally expensive and the risk of the literally dying trade was too high. When he worked for a private company in Paarl and then at the City of Cape Town, these theodolites were part of his trade. Imagine his surprise, then, when he walked into Bookworm and saw a Wild T2 Theodolite for sale at the princely sum of R1500. After looking through the eye piece, without hesitation, he said, “I’ll take it”.
Now he is set up to get the levels perfect for both the funicular and the house behind. Mike had prayed for a way to get accurate levels and this was the answer. He needs to get or make a tripod and then he’ll be set to go. Of course this heavy, solid brass, specialised piece of equipment is of no use to anyone who doesn’t know how to use it. He wasted no time in checking it out when he got home.
It’s been another cold day and I, after sleeping badly last night, had a good afternoon nap. Claw’d couldn’t control himself, seeking out the heat of our bed, even if it was only for a minute…
Mike is making spaghetti bolognaise as I write and it’s smelling good. That’s next.
Psalm 139:11-12
If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,” even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.
A cold, wet but restful weekend is over. Almost August.
It’s not about now – we are only passing through.
Keep the smile going.
God bless you.
In His Grip,
Gran xx