As I had a small window of opportunity to do as I please with my mother at Merle's, I went through my files to remind me of my thought processes in the past I wrote in loose pages. When I read this one loose page (scan of which was shown on the right) I couldn't help but be amused. Let me type its essential content. I wrote on the first line..."Shouldn't I be thanking and praising God?"
What for? Only for one reason-- this quiet and peaceful afternoon.. Why? hadn't my past afternoons been?
Obviously not! Unlike before, Rhys, the boy across the road who was like Dennis the Menace hadn't knocked on my door yet..Oh but he had. Although I was not quick enough to answer the door that he just walked away.
I further wrote, "I do not really mind him coming to oy my yard as long as he doesn't stay almost half of "his life for the day.., doesn't waste my water nor destroy my plants...'
Did Rhys really hang around my house-- apparently that long? Hmm.. And by the sound of it, I did not do something about it , but just tolerated him ( happily or painfully?) I'd say so---so.
Did Rhys really hang around my house-- apparently that long? Hmm.. And by the sound of it, I did not do something about it , but just tolerated him ( happily or painfully?) I'd say so---so.
Rhys- was that boy who was the subject of my lengthy exposition found in the following link:
Had I not seen the scanned page shown, I wouldn't even remember he also came to my yard to water my plants. In his young mind, I knew that he was trying to help or please me. However, as careful as I always have been with water (considering Australia is a dry continent and having come originally from a country where water is a priceless commodity), it was pointless to water plants after lunchtime when the sun was still burning hot, and needless to say when the rate of evaporation is high before plants could drink the water up.
In fairness to the little boy however, there were times that I was so pleased he had come and save me from one of the many chores I needed to do. And I believed that while I was away on holidays with my family, Rhys must have come to water my plants because I always found them when I came back healthy and thriving.
Without Rhys in my premises, I spent the afternoon, as I always do even now, listening to light classic or songs as listed in the above scanned page Elvis Presley, Matt Monro, Jack Jones.
Shouldn't I be thanking and praising God? I definitely should...and always---not only for the peace and quiet afternoon, but for everything and even for this beautiful memory of a little boy called Rhys
