Yesterday and Today

Yesterday unfolded as a day of rest with the sole exception of a nasty fall by yours truly. I had left poolside to retrieve something from our condo and as I left the elevator I strode, unknowingly, into an area of floor tile topped with a film of water. Conforming closely to well-established laws of physics, both of my feet rapidly slid forward and upward. Initially, I noted water dividing off from either side of my flip-flops from the sudden acceleration, a little like the sea surges away from either side of a ship's prow. With both feet airborne I entered my descent onto the tiled floor and, with the briefest of delays, collided with it.

Although always aware of it as background information, I can now declare from vivid experience that a tile floor is an unyielding, solid thing. To my benefit, and through no foresight of my own, I executed a rolling fall which spared most of my bones although my right elbow took an unwelcome whack. The cleaning lady emerged from a nearby janitor's closet looking horrified but I sprang to my feet, did a swift inventory of moving parts and reviewed how I felt. To my surprise I felt reasonably fine. Shaken, but fine. But I do think this place should invest in 'slippery floor' warning signs.

 The scene of the incident.
The glass panels between the balcony balustrade are
thick and solid and would have prevented me from
sliding right off the eleventh floor. I think.

Is a sandwich sign too much to ask?

Yesterday evening Carol and I paused to savor the sunset. Yes, here come sunset photos again ...

 

Carol is sitting on a chair under the white tent-top far left.

Behind her is the building in which we are staying.
Sky courtesy of setting sun.

As for today, we went in the public ministry in the morning. I was heartened by a sign beside the driver's seat, on the bus taking us to the Hall.

"Today I will be a responsible driver. My family expects me to." Give the whole week a try. 

 A view of the Kingdom Hall in Zihuatanejo where we met for the ministry today.

I revisited the young man in the AA treatment center, to whom I had promised a Bible. I  went with Jim, the coordinator, who happens to have the added asset of professional experience in dealing with persons who are battling addiction. We spent an hour and a half with him and arranged to return next week.

During the taxi ride back I was able to take this photo of Ixtapa from the trans-valley highway. The taxi driver noted my interest and parked so I could get out and take a better photo.

 

The waiting taxi.

Later this afternoon Carol's sister, Linda, and her husband, Jack, arrived from Kelowna B.C.

The welcome.