One of the things I have been doing is washing my hair using the tank water. It means washing my hair outside, so best done when the sun is shining. A little bit of brain freeze at this time of the year. Drastic water shortages call for drastic measures and this is one of them. I filled a bucket with the water used for the hair wash, but it all came out the tank, so no drinking water was used.
It takes about 30 litres to have a shower, about a third of which we catch in a bucket to flush the loo. The rest of the day’s flushes come from the tank. When running water in the sink, we catch it in a bowl until it gets hot and use that for the loo as well. As a result we are managing to keep our water consumption to an absolute minimum. Hopefully there will be more rain coming soon.
Today has been a slightly different day. Mike was up and out the house to get the car serviced and as a result got first place. He was home by 10am, but it broke our normal routine as he had breakfast out and I nipped down to the Mall to buy milk so I could make cappuccino.
I had a few work projects to get through and spent a number of hours doing those. As a result the email I’ve supposed to be attending to is getting left behind, but there is always tomorrow!
This evening Julian arrives for a few nights, so I’m getting the blog done so we can have dinner and collect him from the airport.
Last night I watched another Long Lost Family. I find them so moving and it is something that I take for granted in my life. So often when I look in the mirror or look at my hands, I see characteristics of my Mom. The nails of my little finger have a weird angle on them that points outwards. Instead of being flush with my finger they are at about a 20 degree angle. My Mom had them and now David does. The eyes that look back at me from the mirror are hazel. My Mom’s eyes were hazel and sometimes I see her in mine. These are little things that I completely take for granted. When someone is adopted, they have no one to identify with.
#347 of my 1000 thanks is for these little characteristics passed on from generations past that I have seen in my parents and have passed onto my children.
Of course the ultimate blue print for my life is that of Jesus Christ. And if you lack identity, that is where it is best to be found.
Psalm 139:16
Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
Let my life be a reflection of His.
These are the days.
Keep the smile going.
God bless you.
In His Grip,
Helga xx 🙂