There may be a drought here, but regardless of the lack of water in the dams, Cape Town remains spectacular. The sun is shining, the sky is blue and the breeze is gentle. It’s one of those perfect days in the Mother City. Autumn is trying to break through. The evenings have been slightly cooler.
Today I started the day in the normal way, but instead of going to gym early, I only went just before 10am. I did a 3km run in my new running shoes. I didn’t want to push it and get blisters. Then I swam for 45 minutes. My swim was not as smooth as usual. Sometimes that’s what happens. Next time will be better. Still I got the lengths done and felt good for it.
I did some housework. I had to smile to myself. I took the bathroom math outside onto the balcony and gave it a good brush. As I did so, my mind went back 30 years to when we were living in Paarl and we had just had Stacey. I was a stay at home Mom. House work has never been top of my agenda. Sometimes I would get a bit on the slack side and then suddenly realise Mike was about to arrive home. I would dash into the bathroom and sweep the bathroom mat. I swept all the pile of the mat up so that when Mike next walked on it, he would make footprints. It just made it look as if I had done some house work. My other trick was to very quickly peel and slice an onion and throw it in the pot, so that when he walked in, it smelled as if supper was happening!
I don’t need those tricks any more. It’s always nice to get the house clean. I have done most of upstairs. I still have to do downstairs.
This is birthday week. Mike on Wednesday and David on Thursday. Julian arrives Wednesday evening and we are going out for a special dinner on Thursday. I will go with Mike and hang out with him for a round of golf on Wednesday. It’s the only birthday gift I know for sure he will thoroughly enjoy.
The hot water cylinder in the cottage blew. Today the insurer’s plumbers came out and fixed it. It took them a few hours but it is done!
#580 of my 1000 thanks is that Mike didn’t take the job upon himself to replace the hot water cylinder in the cottage. He thought about it!
Psalm 40:2
He drew me up from the pit of destruction, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure.
Praise the Lord.
These are the days.
Keep the smile going.
God bless you.
In His Grip,
Helga xx 🙂