SLURP PRONE BOOTH SCONE

SLURP PRONE BOOTH SCONE.  Those were the Quordle words on Wednesday. Almost a Haiku in themselves.  I finished Quordle, but I took it right down to the wire, getting the last word on my last guess.  

The Electrician was here on Wednesday and did a good job of updating us. We had no computer, no internet, no telly, no light in the loo while he was working. Col used the time to make a new batch of his chutney (gas hob), and we were reminiscing about our expat days, when we could go out and pick our own dates from the streets round about.  I got on with some housework and made a start on reading Curtis' book.  It is good.  He certainly knows how to write, but it is going to be a very difficult one for me to review.   His subject is so distressing and so powerful that I will have to take it in small doses.  At the same time a dust cloud from the Sahara arrived, and covered my car in sand.  That also reminded us the sandstorms of our Saudi years. 

The death toll in the Ukraine mounts and mounts.  And what for?  Who is benefiting from this?    I was so grateful for the congregation Zoom meeting last night, especially as we are starting the last chapter of our study of Ezekiel in the Pure Worship book.  And we are looking at the glimpse that the Inspired Scriptures give us a thousand years into the future, a time when the whole earth has become the paradise of peace it was always meant to be.  At the end, another sister and I found we have a part in the school next week!  Panic, panic.  Even though it may only be the 2 minute one.  I have to check today and sketch it out - a sort of Haiku length part I guess.

In the meantime, worry about the pandemic is being replaced by worry about the financial crisis that is descending on us.  Although, in fact, we are in no way over Covid.  My sister and bro in law have just gone down with it - hopefully the mild version. They are fully vaccinated, which seems to help a lot.  This probably sterms from one trip to the supermarket where not everyone was masked.

And the Kenyans living by Lake Baringo - and the many other lakes in Kenya - have something else to worry about, as it seems they are being swallowed up by their lakes.  What is happening, and why does the government there not seem to care?   This is from Thursday's online Guardian:

"One of the first scientists to realise that something was wrong with the lakes was a geologist named Simon Onywere. He came to the topic by accident. Between 2010 and 2013 he had been studying Lake Baringo, Kenya’s fourth-largest lake by volume. The bones of residents of the area around the lake weaken uncommonly fast, and Onywere was investigating whether this may be linked to high fluoride levels in the water. Then, in early 2013, while he was meeting with residents of Marigat, a town near the lake, one old man stood up. “Prof,” he said. “We don’t care about the fluoride. What we want to know is how the water has entered our schools.”

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2022/mar/17/kenya-quiet-slide-underwater-great-rift-valley-lakes-east-africa-flooding