Monday, January 2nd., and all is well with the world. At least, the small one bounded by the durawall and Mauritian thorn. Dishes stacked up lazily since lunch time Saturday when Bowkers came for lunch are now clean and most put away, 2 laods of laundry done and some hung outside in the brief lull of sunshine before the inevitable return of rain, the pool pump has been connected and is running and the seedlings moved into the sun. My 4th or 5th mug of tea is within stretching distance ..... agghh, all is well in the world.
And has been for a while. Yesterday we had our New Years day service, actually, I should probably back up a bit and give a history. The night before we had our New Years Eve service, the regular 11:30 to 00:10am service. Mom and I arrived at 11:15 to find the gates locked and not another worshipper in sight! But slowly they arrived and we ended with a smallish but sincere group. I think in fact, that it was probably the smallest congregation at this service for a long time, a bit disappointing but ........ Anyway, home and sleep, with the anticipation of the regular combined 9:00am service in just a few hours.
But the service went well. Numbers obviously well down, downstairs and a few in balcony, and only Lincoln and Theo doing music, but they did a good job and I think I did a reasonable job and we had a good service of worship. Bowkers had offered for us to come and join them for croquet and tea that afternoon at Seniors if we wanted but when we drove in I said to mom that I was going to not take any chances and I was going to park the condor around the back before the rain came. No rain up to that point.
Well, just as well. We settled in the sun lounge, made tea and had I would guess at least 2 inches of rain! It just poured and did not stop! I don't think we could have got the car out if we had wanted. So we took that as providential guidance, and stayed home. Hence locked gate in the title.
We sat in sun lounge and read, I am reading 3 good books at the moment, also doing the occasional Killer Sukodu, my rule being no numbers written in except the final answer, makes it more challenging. Hence good books in the title.
But the highlight of the day undoubtedly was the phone call from Beks on their bus stop. It was so good to hear from them. We had tried to call earlier, no success, and so to get the call was so good. We had followed your leaving time and had prayed for you, so to get the call was great. And then to get Becky's number and be able to phone the boys made these two older folk very happy. Hence happy phone calls.
And the cat? Well, Ponyo, having been "done", seems to have decided that as hormones cannot be used any more towards sexual activity, she will just become a bothersome, smouchy, lovey-dovey mog! She is impossible, she climbs up, nuzzles, rolls herself against any part of your body that you leave exposed, even when I walk, as soon as I stop, she nuzzles my ankles. Oh, oh, speak of the she-devil, she has just come in the window, is crawling on my lap, nuzzling the edge of the computer, purring enough to waken the dead!!! Beks, you want a cat at Arundel. On no, back onto my lap, nuzzling my typing fingers, pushing her body uphill against my chest! We should just have kept the kittens. Hence, pesky cat.
Have had a lovely few days. Saturday morning with all Bowkers at Kuimba Shiri, then G and A Bowkers came home and had mealie and sweet corn lunch (ouch, cat, now kneading me!!! Up on my chest, head butting me, claws tearing my skin) and stayed until early evening. Then mom and I had a pleasant evening, I needed to do a couple of hours on my sermon, just to finish off and print, so the time before the service passed quickly.
Today intend to repeat the first two on the subject line, hope for the third and probably going to drown a cat!
