Day 7 of the school hols.
Last night, we were at our friend Kathleen's for a dinner-cum-meeting for her impending one-year missions trip to S Africa. God has spoken to her and she will be volunteering at AIDS orphanages in Pretoria with Operation Mobilisation.
My job in 2010 is to be Kat's accountability and morale support star. To encourage, hold her to account, let her know the church loves and remembers and is praying for her. To do everything I can to keep up her spirits as she goes on her life-changing adventure.
I don't think I'll ever have the courage to do what she is doing. Scott Wesley-Brown's song Please Don't Send Me To Africa has long been my silent prayer whenever CA (teasingly) suggests that God might send me out as a missionary. :-(
The forecast for today is 39 deg.
Beth and I did our shopping straight after dropping Jordanne off at daycare, while it was still reasonably cool.
Couldn't help noticing the disparity between our dressing and other shoppers'. They were in tank tops, shorts, sun dresses. Beth had on a long-sleeved T and trackies, I had on a polo shirt and jeans. In our family, we do take SunSmart-ness to an extreme. ;-)
We bought a nice piece of salmon from the fishmonger, and a kilo of chicken thigh fillet with which to cook Hainanese Chicken Rice. (The authentic way is to use a whole chicken, but you're not getting this squeamish chef to handle a WHOLE chicken any time. Gross!)
Things to accomplish today:
- Bake gingerbread girls and boys.
- Cut Beth's fringe.
- Take Beth for her last swimming lesson of the year.
At Safeway, we found writing icing that came in a convenient pack of four colours. Of course, Beth chose to use all the colours on her creations. At Beth's insistence, I tried my hand at icing, but my gingerbread boy came out with a wobbly grin.
The fringe came out crooked, in spite of many attempts to fix it. Don't you just wish kids would sit still when they need to!
The Leisure Centre pools were packed. The school hols have begun in earnest, and everywhere there were hordes of school kids splashing around and screaming like they had so much to ventilate, anxious parents surveying the masses of moving bodies to see that they still had their kids in sight, instructors vainly attempting to make themselves heard above the din...
From my vantage point, I could make out David (Beth's instructor) holding out a hoop and Beth doing a funny twist as she swam through confidently. It's beautiful seeing her enjoy swimmming and doing so well that her instructor asks another student to copy what Beth has just done.
Who would've known the terrified toddler who wouldn't put a toe in the waters off Gold Coast 6 years ago would grow to become a water baby?
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