A photo no one will believe
This is a photo of Prema, Heaven Admin's beloved grandmother, Arnand's beloved mother.

No one who knows Prema would believe that she was lying in a hammock, reading a book, eating a peach. Never could this be believed. Why?
Because Prema is outstandingly industrious.
She has been visiting Heaven Admin and me here at the beach house this past week. I can't begin to tell you all she has done, the incredible meals she has cooked, the cupboards she has scrubbed and reorganized, the beautiful plants she has planted, the patio floors she has swept.
We have had so much fun together. We have also fought over who is going to do the dishes. I say, "I will." Prema says, "No, me, I will." This goes on back and forth for quite a while.
Prema has joined me in becoming a seashell addict. We go onto the beach, intent on having a good walk in the fresh sea air and squeezing our toes in the sand, and there we are, bending down, picking up sea shells, maybe covering a total walk of three yards in an hour. There are so many shells on this beach, and more come rushing in every day! Prema and I want to collect them all.
We keep saying to each other: "Look up. If we just don't look down, we won't have to pick any up."
We keep saying: "We'll take a good walk first, and then we can allow ourselves to pick up seashells."
We keep saying: "We won't take plastic bags with us to collect seashells in."
Then, when we're ready to go down to the beach, Prema says to me: "Where's your bag? Go get it." This is absolutely true.
We've watched Prema's soap operas. We saw a delightful Nigerian movie last night. We have had a lot of laughs and a very good time.
Now, getting back to the photo. Prema is a good sport. She has never been in a hammock in her life until I urged her to get in so I could pose her for this photo. We had so many laughs getting her into the hammock, you wouldn't believe. It takes skill to get into a hammock.
Neither one of us had any idea of how to get Prema out of the hammock. We tried, but we were laughing too hard. I should have taken pictures of our trying to get Prema out of the hammock, but my hands were fully occupied in holding on to her so she wouldn't fall off and take me with her.
Finally, we yelled: "Santhan, Santhan, Santhan!"
And Santhan came and got Prema safely out of the hammock.
Santhan will drive Prema (her name means love) back to Durban, South Africa, Saturday. Prema promises to come back soon. Don't forget, Prema.
Comments
I am so glad you and Prema are having such a good time together. Maybe you shouldn't let her leave?
I've tried everything to keep her here. She does promise to come back. And when Heaven Admin and I cross a border so I can come back in and extend my visa, Prema wants to come with us, so she won't get too far away!
I love it!You having so much Fun. Enjoy and keep enjoying . Is Live not beautiful? Love Jack
Reading today's post filled me with tremendous joy and happiness at the sight of you two, playful as a pair of school girl chums on holiday, only sweeter given your life experience. I would love to watch a sitcom developed featuring the two of you. I'm confident the world would tune in and be the better for it. Prema would be a lovely title for the show. Smiles. Randy
Yes, Jack, life is beautiful!
And, Randy, will you be producer of the sitcom OR possibly soap opera called Prema? Of course, to be a soap opera, we would have to have some really shameless connivers and villains, so, on second thought, yes, a sitcom. I love the name of the show. When do we start?