Its a rainy Monday here on the South Coast. There are white horses on the sea and our Green is very green under the grey sky. The balcony geraniums got a good battering in the recent storms but are still clashing away bravely.
If I were back in poem writing mode, I would be writing a poem about late Autumn and tiredness - perhaps all woven round a metaphor about the tired geraniums. What rhymes with geranium? Although poems do not have to rhyme nowadays. Half rhymes are nice though. My steroids are working, but preventing me sleeping.
I would like to fall asleep over the computer, but I can't.
A quiet day ahead I hope. Shopping. Dropping off latest request for meds. Library. And posting the Butterfly Membership Packages. The meeting yesterday was one I wished everybody I know could have attended. Ronald got together with me and Louise and we are to go round to Louise's on Wednesday to practise a demo for the Thursday night. This will be a first for me, to be part of a demo on the platform.
Captain Metal Detector found an amazing coin yesterday, which will be featuring on his blog. We test flew the new Abel and Col chicken pie at the weekend - hot on Saturday, cold on Sunday. And we can say that it is very nice indeed.
Anne o'the Cape and i have been talking on Skype again, and she is going to see if she can get the book "The Bible, God's Word or Man's?" from her local Kingdom Hall. She wants it to help a friend. People's faith in the Bible has been so weakened by "the world".