Thursday
Dear Elsie
Today was the day we went to the beach for a little swim. It was windy so we didn’t stay long. The beach was not as crowded as yesterday. Yesterday, all the holiday makes descended on the beach early.
Meanwhile, 10 years ago, we had spent Christmas in the Drakensberg. I posted this to Facebook.
Ten years ago!
Today we put the finishing touches to the Seaview Apartment and welcomed the next guests. And I got to start one of Stacey’s puzzles.
It’s a Venice Market. I’m really enjoying doing this one. It’s great to have the time to do this. Back to work on Tuesday.
The cats have been doing battle this evening. One of the entertaining and on going confusing manoevres they both practice regularly is kicking each other in the head! It means pinning the other down and using their hind legs to pound the other’s head. This continues until eventually the recipient is able to get out of the grasp. Claw’d trying to get the a good grip.
They are so entertaining. Raiku is by far the most work. Yesterday he got a bird and then later was violently ill, so apart from finding an abundance of feathers in the study, I had another mess to clean up. He also is the 3.30am meowing culprit. Initially we shut them in the study for the night, but now we allow them to sleep on my rocking chair. At 3.30am, Raiku jumps off the rocking chair and sits in the lounge at which point he begins to meow piteously and sufficiently to drag me out of my slumber. Ignoring him, I get up, pick up a very dozy Claw’d who is still on the rocking chair and march down the passage to the study. Raiku runs enthusiastically to the study, jumps up on the bed and the two of them happily settle down again. Maybe, I need to shut them in there for the night again to break the 3.30am wake up call.
Back to Isaiah. The Gospel in the OT.
Isaiah 53:6
We all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of us has turned to our own way; and the Lord has laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
It’s not about now – we are only passing through.
Keep the smile going.
God bless you.
In His Grip,
Gran xx