Saturday profound, Sunday sublime

Had such an unusual, but rarely valuable conversation on Saturday.  We went to a party.  Lovely people (sadly leaving for Manila); the woman Nanette plays in Ange's tennis team.  You will remember her as being the person who has the Tesla P85+, who was away when you were here.  Anyway, I digress.  Ange has a friend, Sherida, who played in the same tennis team, but is now, suddenly, dying from cancer.  She came to the party, and I had a conversation with her.  She told me that she was having chemo, because it might prolong her life by a further 9 months.  She has three girls.  I asked her what looked different suddenly from her perspective, what turned out to really matter.  She said enjoying every thing in every day, spending time with her kids, and friendship.  In the former instance, she gave going for a swim as an example - the feeling of water running down her body.  It made me think, a lot - how focused I can be on stuff that is happening tomorrow, the week after. So I wasn't like that today - and had a beauty - hit the rower reasonably early, sanded the coffee table, joined the others in getting butt kicked by Ev at Cludo, Park 'n Shop, lunch, oiled the table, read a bit, tea with Ange, hit the beach with the little brothers, nice game of cricket - supplemented by some Indian dudes who were also on the beach - swam out to the biscuits, generally stuffed around taking a few pics, headed home for dinner.  A perfect day - full of life.  It was great to speak to you on Saturday, you shine sunshine into me, into us.  Thanks.

Not possible to take just an ordinary picture - it's a posed life now...

... this one was funny, because Evan was giggling too much to get it together to follow the instructions...

So I had to wait until guards were dropped for a moment. 

Time to head home - breathtakingly humid - insane weather - I forget every year just what a monster it can be - Aiden found a piece of litter, good boy, took it out - made a pirate's parrot - evening falling fast - only one junk left in the bay, and the street lights coming on in the hills behind.

And here is the new office - though the table of course does not live here - just to show, sanded talcum smooth, and oiled; top left - working new aircon - makes the place inhabitable.