Well Saturdays usually revolve around sports and today was the same…breakfast with a soccer game from England and then off to see if I could play tennis as well as Rafa and I can tell you now the answer to that is a resounding NO!!!! but the two hours were great fun and eventually the sun came out.
I then went to the organic local market and bought some nice pastries and bread and then went to the rental apartment where later today Paula and Jerry and their daughter and SIL were arriving for a quick weekend visit.
Then it was to my casita for lunch and then went and picked up Paola and we went and got the car and went bike riding this time she wanted to go to the huge sports complex just out of town and she rode for over an hour before stopping for lunch and a drink….. we then went and did some grocery shopping and then stopped in to see the new arrivals.
It is the first time I have met the newly weds Jill and Andrew and they are a lovely couple and I wish them many years of happiness…we had a great visit!!!
I then took Paola home and then went out to visit with Linda and Guy have not seen them all week so it was great to catch up and a lovely surprise when I was leaving Linda had made more pea soup…so now the freezer is stocked….
So I eventually got home around 5 o clock after a busy day. I Skype my Brother Malc and sang Happy Birthday to my wonderful SIL Janet..it is her birthday on Tuesday but they are leaving tomorrow for two weeks in Spain.
So now after supper and after a long hot soak in the tub relaxing watching hockey.
The tennis final is being shown live at 2.00am but they are also going to replay it at noon tomorrow so that is my plan.
Have a great weekend everyone blessings les
This was sent to me today!!!
> Take my Son.....
>
> A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art.
> They had everything in their collection, fromPicasso to Raphael.
> They would often sit together and admire the great works of art..
>
> When the Vietnamconflict broke out, the son went to war. He was
> very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another
> soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only
> son.
>
> About a month later, just before Christmas,
>
> There was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with
> a large package in his hands..
>
> He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom
> your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was
> carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and
> he died instantly... He often talked about you, and your love for
> art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't
> much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would
> have wanted you to have this.'
>
> The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the
> young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured
> the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so
> drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He
> thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture..
> 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a
> gift.'
>
> The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors
> came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son
> before he showed them any of the other great works he had
> collected.
>
> The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction
> of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over
> seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase
> one for their collection.
>
> On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer
> pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture
> of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'
>
> There was silence...
>
> Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the
> famous paintings. Skip this one.'
>
> But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this
> painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'
>
> Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We
> came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandts. Get on with the Real
> bids!'
>
> But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll
> take the son?'
>
> Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the
> longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the
> painting...' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
>
> 'We have $10, who will bid $20?'
>
> 'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'
>
> The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the
> son.
>
> They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
>
> The auctioneer pounded the gavel.. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for
> $10!'
>
> A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with
> the collection!'
>
> The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is
> over.'
> 'What about the paintings?'
>
> 'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was
> told of a secret stipulation in the will... I was not allowed to
> reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the
> son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would
> inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.
>
> The man who took the son gets everything!
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