Strides were made on the fountain yesterday. All my little suns, moons and stars and in place. Still needs to be grouted and the conches are not complete. It's raining this morning, enough to stop the work. The men are sitting up on my covered terrace chatting, drinking the coffee I took them and eating left over cake from yesterday.
In the fountain, I have scattered nine special tiles all relating to de Luz, 'the Light'. If you count all the small tiles making up the big ones, there are twenty seven which still adds up for nine. I like the number nine.
On the spiritual side, the number nine has the following meaning. This is why I chose it. I need all the good influences I can have around me. Every little bit helps if I am conscious of it, which I am.

Poor Habibi. As the terrace itself becomes finished, Habibi's potty territory disappears. He's at a loss and runs around the yard like a mad man looking for some suitable dirt. Last night it was the sand pile. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about that. I'll have to teach him to go in a certain spot I think. Poor Baby. Even the ruins where the stairs had been looked good to him last night.
"Don't wait until everything is just right. It will never be perfect. There will always be challenges, obstacles and less than perfect conditions. So what. Get started now. With each step you take, you will grow stronger and stronger, more and more skilled, more and more self-confident and more and more successful." ~ Mark Victor Hansen
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