Tuesday
Dear Elsie
Today is Granpa’s Birthday Eve! Tomorrow is his birthday. I got him a very exciting birthday present (thanks to your Mom who suggested it). He knows what he is getting (a tablet) but he doesn’t know what kind and when he sees it, he is going to be very surprised. It wasn’t cheap, but Granpa very seldom spends money on himself, so he deserves it. It got delivered today and is carefully stowed away for tomorrow morning. I also went and bought some miniature cupcakes to take to the beach tomorrow morning.
It’s one of the things the locals do. They take cake when it’s their birthday. As Mike spends some time sitting on the bench while I’m finishing my swim, he has gotten to know the locals better than I have… and he’s been the happy recipient of their birthday cakes too. Now it’s his turn to take and as the wind is expected to drop overnight, we are planning on swimming tomorrow.
I worked. I did some shopping. Julian left. I did washing and we have had a quiet evening. While last night there was Mike and Julian playing chess, tonight there is Mike and David. Although, I must add that from the sounds of it, it’s also a coaching session with David telling Mike what he should be doing. You don’t really want to be playing David. His comments are like, “if I were you I wouldn’t to that.” “Yeah, that move wasn’t great – it would be better if you did this or that…” but it is interspersed with, ‘I would have moved there as well.’ or ‘that move was not too bad’. He sees things in chess that are light years away from me. On the very odd occasion when I have played him, I’ve moved very gingerly and then looked at him to see if it was good or bad. I just never know what he’s thinking. It’s very intimidating.
This evening naughty Raiku caught a bird. Because it’s been so windy, we have kept the study window closed. That’s the window the cats usually use to go in and out. When it’s closed, they meow at the door to be let in. Fortunately, on this occasion, Raiku couldn’t bring his prey inside, so sat outside the front door proudly devouring his catch. It was only Courage who witnesses the sad meal. I went outside once he was done and swept up the remaining feathers. He’s going to have a sore tummy tonight.
Mark 9:24
Immediately the boy’s father exclaimed, “I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!”
It’s not about now – we are only passing through.
Keep the smile going.
God bless you.
In His Grip,
Gran xx 🙂