Monday
Dear Elsie
Today was the day we managed to get to the beach. The sun rose and as it did, the wind dropped. It was difficult not to want to go to the beach. The light breeze forecast cold water and we were not wrong, but, we were told, warmer than last week. Last week it was 10, they said. We were down an hour or so after high tide. While the flag hung limp, the sea did not. The waves were in a hurry to go out. I jumped and dived over bullish waves. After 3 minutes of judging their strength, I got beyond the breakers and there I stayed, bobbing up and down in murky water, thinking how much it was not a swimming day. I kept my eye on a house on the cat walk, a marker as to how far out I was. A strong undercurrent bearing testimony to the rush the tide was in to make its 12.47pm deadline pulled me out. I swam closer to the shore, feeling I was swimming on the spot but soon was in line with my marker. Playing games, the tide swept me toward the beach, and then made me dive beneath its rolling breaker. I swam back out again -dark debris-filled water – it was not a swimmer’s day. I looked for Mike and finally saw him finishing his run and coming in for a dip. I’d had enough. Going with the flow, I headed back to land, riding the dashing waves and quickly finding myself being able to feel the ocean floor. I can’t deny it was refreshing and we walked home with a spring in our step and enjoyed the glow that comes with a healthy dose of endorphins. The sea always looks so innocuous in a photo.
So home it was for breakfast and 7 hours of work. David visited. He is pretty much the same – no change in his condition – struggling to walk – very tired, but being patient and trying to manage his energy levels and how he uses his time. He’s also trying intermittent fasting – no food for 16 hours – eating during 8 hours of the day. Today we got it right that he ate dinner by 5pm and tomorrow will have breakfast at 9am. It’s not an easy journey to be sure. One day he will be better.
Rocking chair sunset…
Psalm 85:4
Restore us again, God our Savior..
The best is yet to come – we are only passing through.
Keep the smile going.
God bless you.
In His Grip, all of us, always and forever,
Gran xx 🙂