20180827 – Monday – Somerton

It is an absolutely gorgeous day and I am sitting on the pavement under an umbrella and facing a beautiful 3-story house right one the seafront.

In fact it is the house two doors up from Elaine Bowering’s house (Elaine Davies) along Repton road.

I might even give her a ring a bit later and see if she is up for a coffee.

Where I am sitting is simply ideal for me. My face is in the shade and my computer doesn’t have the sun shining on it, and yet my legs are in the sun. Lovely!

Yesterday was Sunday, and I went to Cumby for the meeting because Ron Cowie was speaking.

I caught up at last with Liz Fitzgibbon who was “keeping my seat warm” whilst I was on my travels up the east coast.

Liz greeted me with a big hug and told me that my best post on my whole journey was my encounter with the Nudist camp and the photo I took at that time.

“That cracked us all up,” she said.

Well, it was the most unusual of my posts, that’s for sure.

After the meeting which was about the correct interpretation of grace, I went to the repat hospital to visit my friend Nina who is recovering there after her stroke.

It took me ages to get there, because I first of all ended up at the wrong building, and then the wrong lift, so I walked a very long way before arriving at Room 28 on the 1st floor of the NEW building and not the old.

The building is beautifully appointed but STILL is a hospital and kind of barren if you happen to be living there as Nina is.

Nina has to walk with a walker now because her balance has been impaired, but she is getting better each day.

I had brought some orange juice for her, because she only wants fruit,and she had lots of that brought in by friends.

She had cut up some fruit and gave me some to eat and she drank some of the juice before we had a long chat about her life and family and friends.

The scariness and unexpectedness of much that is involved in “getting older” is such a “thing” to us these days. Every day we are unsure of how we are going “to be” as we awake to each day.

All one can do is be grateful to God for the life that we have and enjoy each “good’ moment as it comes.

After leaving the hospital I drove home and found that Peter and Colleen R had been by and had left me two big bags of clean blankets and sheets and pillowslips from my trailer.

So good of them to do that for me.

I found my cotton blanket amongst the pile given to me by Ingrid and Ari Ryan on my travels, and put it on my bed. I just love the feel of that beautiful blanket on my skin at night.

I spent some time working on Visions Ch 16, transcribing ready for putting up next on fb.

Then bed and a new day, today on the sea-front at “Somerton,” where I spent so many happy days on the beach in my youth.