Sunday
Dear Elsie
Today was a beautiful Sunday.
A good rest day after yesterday’s hike. I woke with aches here and there, but we still walked down to the beach. The plan was we would both go and loll in the water, letting the cold soothe our muscles. As we walked down, I bet myself that Mike would end up going for a run before the swim. Regardless of aching feet, he is so in the habit of having a pre-swim jog, even though he said he wasn’t going to, I was pretty convinced he would. I asked myself what are the chances? I guessed 90% but then, playing in my mind as we walked, I decided I had to guess yes or no? Without hesitation, I bet YES. So with my interest peaked, we arrived at the beach and I started taking my shoes off for my swim. I turned to Mike? “I’m just going to have a short run,” he said, and off he went. I had a little laugh. He did make it shorter. The water was wonderful. Then we came home and did very little.
Last Wednesday I mentioned that late in the day, I had gone to pick up a couple of groceries and when I came out of the shop, the rear driver-side tyre was quite flat. I went to the petrol station and had it pumped up and then drove home. What was interesting is the tyre was fine. Mike went and had it checked and there was no leak. When I thought back to that evening, I had parked on 1st Ave outside the back of the PnP centre. I noticed there were a a few guys hanging about outside Buco, but that’s not uncommon. I slung my handbag over my head as a precaution and zipped inside. I was super quick because I think I only needed milk and yoghurt. As soon as I came out, I noticed the tyre. I didn’t look for anyone suspicious at that time as I was thinking about what to do. What I did do, is walk around the car and check the rest of the tyres which were fine. Then I got in the car and drove to the garage, but in hindsight, we wondered if one of the skollies had taken a matchstick and let the air out. I guess it could be a ploy late in the day to delay a woman on her own – maybe try make some money on changing the tyre – or have some other malicious intent. I was so quick, possibly the job didn’t get finished. The mystery of the flat tyre will remain, but it’s been fine ever since.
That’s the weekend over. Tomorrow, it’s a month til Christmas.
1 Peter 2:24
He himself bore our sins in His body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by His wounds you have been healed.
It’s not about now – we are only passing through.
Keep the smile going.
God bless you.
In His Grip,
Gran xx 🙂