Today was the day…
…the lost cushion came home. I concluded it must be either at the neighbour or at the house next to that. I saw someone on the neighbour’s balcony (it’s a holiday let) so I rushed across but by the time I got there, they were gone. I knocked on the door and rang the (broken) door bell. I “yooo-hoo’ed” but there was no response. I decided while I was out and about to go to the next house, so I walked up their driveway and had a scout around. It looked empty. I suddenly heard a ringing sound and spotted a security sensor close to the front door. I had activated it. Next thing, the alarm was going off. It’s not the first time I’ve set an alarm off at the front door of a house!
I ignored it and crossed the road to where neighbour Dave was working. I asked him if he had seen the delinquent cushion. He hadn’t but he offered some useful advice and told me the name of the letting agent that took care of the two houses. With that in mind I returned home.
Just around lunchtime Mike was on the balcony when he saw a small boy on the next door balcony. He hollered over to him. I jumped up and went to my bedroom door and asked if he had seen a green striped cushion. He got his Mom (always a wise thing to do!) and she came out and we asked her. She nodded informatively and disappeared, returning momentarily later with the missing article. Dusty, but not wet, my cushion was returned! I asked if I could take a photo…
Yay! I got into a conversation with the lady. They are Capetonians staying in the house while waiting for paperwork that will enable them to leave for Europe. A month at least.
The other thing about today is that it is 5 months since we moved into our new house. It’s been an 5 amazing months. We are still pinching ourselves. Despite the wind, we walked down to the beach this morning and I had new swimming experiences. Yes, two new experiences. The wind was blowing so the swell impacted swimming more than usual. I swam out to the drum, swimming into the wind and for the first time, I felt as if I was swimming on a treadmill. Swimming crawl but going nowhere. Surprisingly enough, when I had swum about 150 strokes, I came up and found myself very close to the drum. The next experience was on the return swim. In-water motion wooziness…not really sea sickness. I was moving forward while the sand on the sea bed was sweeping backwards. It resulted in an unsettled disorientation. Breast stroke solved the problem. Keeping my head above the water was the answer. After 40 minutes in the washing machine of Fish Hoek beach, I walked happily back to the bench. So refreshing. I don’t know if I will be so enthusiastic in the middle of winter!
Because some of the few people who read this blog are in other parts of the world, I just want to add that Fish Hoek beach is super safe when it comes to backwash and riptides. They are virtually non-existent at this beach, especially on the cat walk side. The freedom I have in wallowing around like a whale within a buoyant sea, I would not have off many other beaches. I’m still very respectful of the sea and keep my eye on the big bad waves that have the potential to give me a super dunking.
What also surprises me is how the beach photos I post often display an idyllic scene with the waves looking like they wouldn’t harm an infant…
Those little ripples were actually pretty menacing. All that salt water certainly helped my miggie bites. They are much smaller and hardly itchy at all.
Enough for one day. It’s time for me to head for the airport. Julian arrives shortly!
Light shines on the godly, and joy on those whose hearts are right.
The best is yet to come – we are only passing through.
Keep the smile going.
God bless you.
In His Grip,
Helga xx 🙂