i have been neglectful in putting pen to paper (so to speak) and have realised it is a touch of writers blog. we all suffer from it at some stage. is it only an old age malady??....... i forget.
when last i wrote it was a week to leah and wilhelm's wedding. that went off very well and leah made a beautiful bride, i only cried now and again instead of from start to finish.
beauty and her dad.
kylen, leah and hannah
that was the 3rd march. on the 21st we did the trip up to pretoria again. this time to spend a short time with roy, diane and their family who were visiting from canada. it was nice spending time together and for breeze to meet some more of my family. on the saturday we enjoyed a visit to the Temple and a lunch with my folks. it was bitter sweet to think that it might be the last visit we may have as father and sons.
my dad (not colonel sanders) roy and me.
roy's children now know what he is going to be like when he is 81 years old and mine think that i am already like that.........but i forget.
i blinked.......and it is april, and the easter weekend is half way over.
my sweet breeze and i have spent time at home and in our little garden.
little as in length of 5 metres and width of 1metre. full of odds and ends.
my breeze has spent more time there than me because i have spent my time lying on the bed with my eyes closed imaging and planning the garden before the work.
we do have an enthusiastic assistant.....if he could get out ,and that is mr bojangles who is now 6 and a half months and weighs 6.5 klos of pure muscle,fur and a little fat.......or is that pure fat,fur and a little muscle.........but i forget.
mr bojangles....young blue eyes.
he loves to go outside and wander around and if he can, escape to the road. so when he goes out my nerves have a breakdown and i start crying hysterically for breeze.....but i forget.
he is a handsome fellow like me and also likes to lie down with his eyes closed and plan things.
planning mode
well it looks like my writers blog is over....at least till next time....
but i'd better not forget.