House on Yarmouth St.

 The new house from the street. Good to have a streetlight right beside it. Muizenberg Mt. is in the near distance.

 Inside the wall--no weeding needed here. The wall comes complete with climbing deterrent atop it.

 Gloria standing inside the kitchen, admiring the handiness of the design.

 In the living room, speaking with current renter. I forget what country this family is originally from. Too bad the gorgeous sofa doesn't come with it. But then you'd be scared to sit on it for fear of messing it up.

 One of the two bathrooms, or toilets, as one says there in South Africa. Well, I guess there is an actual toilet (as compared to a theoretical one *grins*). I just don't see it in the picture for sure.

 

 One of the three bedrooms. If you can see them, the built-in cabinets run up to the ceiling.

 Looking down the hall. The tiled floors are very nice--easy to clean, and no bacteria hiding inside, as with carpeting. Bet there won't be another television next month, at least one that picks up stations.

 Looking out toward the street. Great space for storage. Interesting that the neighboring house is connected. Wonder why?

 On the other side of the picket fence, there is a small alleyway between the house and the wall that can be used for hanging laundry or for other things.

 The back yard. Easy to envision flowers or a vegetable garden!

 The neighbors' bougainvillea peeking over the back fence at Evangel

I just took this to show the pretty door. It's a nice house, and possession is March. Soon!

Last week in Muizenberg

 You never know what you might find at the once-a-month boot sale. Vicki found this birdie in the intense heat of that Saturday morning, and rescued him for a price--isn't he adorable?

 Paul and James solving the world's problems on a beach walk. Or perhaps James is describing the Arizona fashion show sponsored by Maricopa County's Uncle Joe again. Hope the water doesn't tip out of the ocean because of my careless angle here.

 Frontline's birthday luncheon for Paul.  Peter Hammond sat at our table (the other side of Paul).

 Paul was asked to give the devotional after lunch. He preached on Psalm 126--the dry desert, desert storm, and the blooming desert. Our dead lives can live again!

Waiting patiently at the gate to leave Joburg. A problem with passengers who were to join us at Dakar, or perhaps those to leave us at Dakar, had the South African Airways redoing all of our tickets.  No one had a hissy over it, that I could tell, fortunately. I had just polished off one and a half bottles of water and a can of juice that the security agent told me I couldn't bring on board, so I eventually segued into crisis mode, the toilets/restrooms being off limits. Finally I returned to the checkpoint and craved permission to visit the toilets; the agent on duty permitted me, but those on duty when I returned hadn't noticed my defecting. However, you'll be relieved (did I just say that?) to know that I did make it onto the plane and many, many hours later--at least it seemed so--arrived at the Columbia airport to be picked up by Grace and Ariela, the latter of which went crazy upon spotting me. Well, Grace may have, too, but she kept her composure outwardly.

Outings with Mrs. Ross

 Mrs. Ross was a good excuse to visit new places, such as new or used bookstores, and restaurants. The restaurants were the kind that we wouldn't have frequented otherwise, due to their ambiance and elegance. Not to mention something so tawdry as prices.

 Take a gander at this dessert--chocolate mousse.

 Dining at Casa Labia, a landmark "recently restored to its former glory" on Main Rd. in Muizenberg/ St. James, it is indeed elegant. We chose simple foods, such as quiche, which were delicious.

 Upstairs in the Cultural Centre, where African works of art are displayed, presumably for sale.

 Looking out the window toward the Pavilion on the beach. The Pavilion is where the New Year's Day outreach was centered.

 The gardens beside Casa Labia. Very beautiful, picturesque setting.

On Mrs. Ross' wall--I admired a handcrafted Bible verse with seashells adorning it. Purple is Mrs. Ross' color, and she even had purple orchids. She is a delightful person to know. She used to be a Young.