No MOM!

Once again we were up with the sun. The days prognosis was not going to be great. A bit of rain forecast, but this early morning it was being held in the Heavens. What are we going to do today? This was discussed over a cup of coffee.

We both looked out at the weather and decided on the wreck walk once again. It is a lovely walk with quite a few different underfoot conditions. Firstly through the reseve on a hard grassy/sandy path, then a right turn along the beach and then boulders, then winding through the shrubbery and once again beach, and finally another path  to the wreck. We were not the only people doing it. In sight of the the wreck there was a group who were running the route. Too fit those people!

Just before we got to the last hardened path to the wreck we were passed by a couple with a dog. Next thing it felt like deja vue... First thing I saw was something dart off at a sprint and by the time I realised (split second) it was a hare, the dog was in pursuit. Just as before, no matter how much the owners called and whistled, dog was in track and trace mode and hare was making a run for it.

This time we think that the hare got away as although the dog was oldish and quick, he was not as agile and fast as the previous dog that had chased the other hare a few weeks ago. I think 1-1 hare vs dog. Dog came trotting back about a minute later, but had covered a vast amount of ground and disappeared over the hill after the Easter bunny.

One can see visible changes in the wreck as they have been cutting and helicoptering pieces off the whole of the last week. The wreck is also now listing at around 60 degrees to starboard. We sat for a bit and then continued on the circular route back to Jackpot. We had a few interesting conversations about our situation and another about the kids and mother. The weather was 100% overcast and the temperature was divine to walk in. No rain as yet, so our gamble had paid off handsomely.

At home mother was pottering about in her robe (gown) and after Ingrid had showered and we had had a cup of coffee/tea, we were all ready to go to the shops for a bit of groceries. Mom is older and we help her down the driveway to the car. We were driving out of town and Ingrid glanced to the left as we passed the coffeeshop going out of the dorp (small town). I knew that she was not looking at the coffee shop, but at the little shop next to it. She had been given a tip yesterday by her new friend and I know the wife. Shopping is a sort of magnet for ladies. Another day my love.

Dusty was thirsty and the her thirsty lamp was glowing. We stopped at the petrol station and the guy that helped us was so very friendly and that made me feel happy. Good man! Service with a smile!

After filling Dusty's tummy, Mom asked if we wanted to go for breakfast. It is no secret that our favourite place was just around the corner. Who could refuse, although I had already planned my breakfast from the groceries we were going to buy. We had another wonderful time at the Rose (Rambling Rose) and there is not much more to say than that. Ingrid purchased 2 books at their bookstore (Second hand books that one can buy for a trivial amount and the proceeds go to SPCA for stray dogs and cats). A worthy cause me thinks!

Full and satisfied after breakfast we hit the shop and I had the usual chore of filling the water can (Refill). We placed a few other items in the trolley and I went to look for some Appletiser (Sparking apple juice - My favourite soft drink). When I arrived at the chip row Mom and Ingrid were there and I chose my Cheeseknacks and Mom went to the shelves and took another 3 packets and put them in the trolley. My fok! It got my irritation level up to 624 out of 10. This is typical of my Mom. She sees that you like something and then wants to buy your love. It is a noble gesture, but love is not bought or sold, it is felt! In a way I can not fault my Mother, but more is not better, or more better or better still. Sometimes 1 is enough. Let us not forget that I like those chips, but Ingrid does not love them. She likes the sister chips, Knicknacks. I put the Cheeesknack packets back on the shelves and put the last packet of Knicknacks in the trolley.

I was livid with my Mother actually as we have so often had this conversation and she just does her own thing. Ingrid looked at me and gave me the look, but seriously it is a waste! Moer toe! Now we walk to the cashier and have to go through a path. On both sides it is loaded with sweets and chocolates and stuff that is so easy to just pick off the shelf while you wait. Mother in all of her wisdom picked up a strip of small Knicknack pakkets and tried to put them in the trolley!  Ai caramba! I was off the charts! 624/10 was just a station that I passed on my way to Infinity and Beyond! I guess that my point is that appreciation/love can not be bought. On the other hand, I will always be my Mother's son. That bottle store next door was looking very attractive! Beer and wine for the expected visitor tonight and we were done shopping. The events with my Mother had killed my enthusiasm for treating my wife to a shopping trip to the store that she had been tipped on. Sorry Honey, straight home!

At home I did a bit of puzzling and Ingrid some reading. Before long it was afternooner time and we slept (at least I did) like a little baby. ZZZZ. After the afternooner I had a bit of the left over carrot cake that Mom had taken home yesterday. Ingrid finished her blueberry almond cake. Rooibos is always welcome. Puzzle for me and Ingrid watched a podcast and Mom sat with her sewing on the couch. Peace had returned to Earth!

Uncle Brian arrived with his beer and we sat and ate chips and drank a beer and had a meaningful chat about various topics. Brian reads a lot and reads quite a bit of history and has interesting things to bring to the table. Mother in law in law is in PE today and will be back tomorrow. When Uncle Brian left we put the Veggie Lasagne in the oven and once again it hit the mark. 10/10 for the baker/chef.

Ingrid and Mom are hip deep in a series on Netflix (Designated Survivor). I watch a bit here and there, but do not have the patience to watch hour after hour. I never have been a serial killer! I start and get bored after about 4 or 5 episodes. They are still watching and enjoying the evening and I have spotify and the blog. An interesting fact is that a blog, although I can type with 10 fingers, takes the good part of an hour to type.

There you go for the night. I am going to pack the dishwasher and then it is check the phone and probably bed time for me after that. We are thankfully not ruled by the clock here in Africa!