It wasn't totally housebound in that I did totter over to Jacks for supper. Captain Butterfly was able to park right outside the house. I have to carry loads of cushions with me now - the Arabian saddlebag cushions we bought years ago are proving very useful - as I need to have a high chair to sit on or my knees won't get me off it.
Jackie gave us salad, chicken dijon with rice, and strawberries with ice-cream. A perfect summer supper - with champagne too! We sat in her lovely conservatory for hours, laughing and enjoying the long summer evening.
Linda came over on Friday, and also joined Captain B at Arundel on Saturday to help him with his stall for Butterfly Conservation. He would have been on his own otherwise - I am about as much use as a chocolate teapot at the moment.
Audrey and i phoned each other every day for a chat as just about everybody else is at the Convention.
I had a very bad night on Saturday - very painful shoulder - could not sleep - moaned, groaned, got up, made tea, and had to take medicines - spent a couple of hours watching property programmes on the TV - saw some lovely houses on Corfu - pain began to ease - wonderful - thought I was in for another agonising 48 hours - tottered back to bed just as dawn was breaking.
Met Captain B over breakfast a couple of hours later. "Sorry about the disturbed night" I said. "What disturbed night? And where are my sandwiches?" And he flew off, fresh as a daisy, to hunt for the Purple Emperor.
Here is a clue, in case you ever want to look for Purple Emperors too. If you find something deeply unpleasant festering on a woodland path - something you would never want to step in, especially when wearing sandals - then you may well find a Purple Emperor feasting on that special something. They are not picky eaters.
TO SUE
ReplyDeleteA poem in iambic pentametre
Suitable for Oratorio Libretti
[if only I could write like Handel]
By Izzy Ess of Happiness
On making a significant strong contact
With another person, there is a
Re-affirmation of oneself in terms
Of where one is in great perspective to
The Human Race. At times, there is a rupture
Of connections with one’s own blood relatives
And life-long friends, one’s tenets and
Beliefs. The other person may believe
In other spirits, other patriotic
Feelings and some other ways to get
Along. These details do not matter. It’s
Immediate effects on depth of thinking,
Feeling and relating. An Epiphany
Is what it feels like, as the one about
Unfairness or the one about the Love
That Jesus had to sacrifice his life
To save us all from Anger, Fear and Retribution
Strongly built into the God,
The Father and Allah the other God,
Who seems to be the same, if Jewish or
Mohammedan. You’re wonderful to have
The time and such creative energy
To contact me and make me more aware
Of what it is, this Truth, and what is really
Making me confused, at times. Your empathy
And understanding was quite unaccustomed
And outstanding on your part,
In helping me sort out my deepest conflicts.
May God Bless you and your kith and kin,
Compatriots and enemies. May God
Forgive us all, and e’er continue doing
So! May Love and Happiness be yours.
Amen.
THE END
© izzy sommers, md
Welland, Canada
July 31, 2013
Thank you so much Izzy for this lovely lovely poem. I have PMd you
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