It is very hot, we had a very early walk on the beach, heading for 40 degrees now. I have been playing in my little sketchbook and am now sewing a strange object, more on Tha when it has finished. I am surrounded in scraps of fabric under the air conditioner watching a hot north wind blow our little street tree about. Our dear old rescue dog Max didn't make it through Christmas night. He had been slowly deteriorating over the last few weeks but wasn't in pain, he hated the vet so made him comfortable and left him to it. I shall miss him badly. I remember getting him and the woman I got him from was so grateful as she didn't think she would find a home for him. I think he made about 16, a blue heeled cross, possibly alsation. He loved me and eventually John and life on the farm. He had not been well treated. Came from Pt Augusta in a suburban back yard dominated by a small yappy female dog so I was told. He hated small dogs and we had to be careful with him. Wasnt keen on men either. He coped when we moved here as he was getting old and deaf. I doubt we will get another dog. At our age not rea lly fair on any of us.
This has been a difficult year. Deaths and births. We lost a granddaughter and a very old friend. John's fishing mate D'Arry Osborn who had a good innings, just short of his 9th birthday. Two new great grandchildren. Hugh to Isabelle and Danny, at that gorgeous age of smiling and burbli and baby Paige time Jarrod and Tanya. The tribes are growing. John is busy reviewing books which is keeping him busy. I am slowing down. A few arthritic bits of me telling me I am getting old, still knitting and hand sewing. My walking has come to a bit of a halt as my back, well enough said. We will have a quiet Christmas, just the two of us, some scallops, prawns and brandy butter on the fruit cake I made. One of 5 made this year. John made 8 mugs of pate. All almost delivered. I seem to sleep a lot more. I miss Kangaroo Island but we did manage to get over for a day which was lovely. Sarah and I managed a trip to Victoria, she was judging, I managed to catch up with old friends and subsequently she ought a newly born colt foal having seen it's full brother Next year who knows but at some time in April we need to be out of here and in to a new place. Not a happy thought.
Wishing any one who reads this a lovely happy Christmas and a healthy New Year.
A few of the things I have done over the last few days. A pair of birds, number four of the Christmas cakes. A large pile driver at the boat ramp. Placing new chanel markers. Bits of the coast and a view of the cruise ship from the ferry at Penney haw on Kangaroo Island. No wonder I am tired
