Day 88

Tim and I went for a walk yesterday evening in the biting cold of Singing Beach.  All our lives together when we walk anywhere, we have often played that walking game where you try to get our two pairs of legs to go in a uniform way.  My way is our outside legs in synch, Tim's is the opposite, with our legs marching like soldiers, right leg, left leg, all together now!  So, in order to get the legs to go your way, you perform all kinds of hops, skips and jumps to try to fool the other person, with much merriment ensuing! 

In Grahamstown, our little town in the Eastern Cape in South Africa, we used to walk home from the cinema, about a mile, and play the game the whole way, finally reaching home utterly giggled out and exhausted, our stomach muscles aching from an overdose of hilarity.  Yesterday evening, Tim started it, and we were soon warm and laughing our heads off along the freezing beach.  Two people began walking towards us, but after observing us shrieking with laughter and falling about, they abruptly turned around and hurried back to their car. 

Water water everywhere - a state of emergency in Massachusetts, as people prepare once again for flooding, evacuations, surging rivers.  It is the wettest March in living memory, apparently, more than 11 inches already!
Water again, the wondrous, awesome (in the true sense of the word), power of water.

So my drawing today is of my morning cup of tea made each morning with water and some help from tea-leaves and spices, honey and milk.  It's a quick little drawing because it is late and I am tired and must get up very early tomorrow morning.