Things! Things! Things!
by Amos Russel Well
Things! Things! Things!
On the tables, on the floor,
Tucked away behind the door,
On the shelves and on the chairs,
Dangerously on the stairs,
Bureaus crammed and closets filled,
Boxes packed and boxes spilled,
Bundles everywhere you go,
Heaps and piles and overflow
Of things, things, things.
by Amos Russel Well
Things! Things! Things!
On the tables, on the floor,
Tucked away behind the door,
On the shelves and on the chairs,
Dangerously on the stairs,
Bureaus crammed and closets filled,
Boxes packed and boxes spilled,
Bundles everywhere you go,
Heaps and piles and overflow
Of things, things, things.
How this poem resonates - alas! Why did we collect all these things? If you are young and just starting out, please keep it minimal. You will be so glad that you did.
We conducted our Bible study with the Flower Lady on Wednesday afternoon and had just finished when we got some frantic calls from Captain B. The hospital had phoned... I had left a call for help on Rheumatology phone on Friday, and I knew it would take some days for them to respond. So, with a certain inevitability, they finally phoned the one time I was out.
Anyway, they did ring back later and I spoke to a nice young doctor who is going to schedule me for a scan so they can see what is going on. This should happen within the next two weeks. I am grateful for that. I know how busy they are.
We lost our lovely pine tree on Wednesday. Our flat was suddenly filled with roaring and whirring and we found the tree fellers were outside taking it down. I used to like the way it framed the sea. Sometimes in the summer when the sea is turquoise it made me think of our visits to John in Sydney, seeing all the Norfolk pines fronting that amazing ocean, with its monster waves.
O Conifer/for you I'll pine/when summer comes/and the waters shine/as green as green as sea can be/but uninterrupted by our tree.
Storm Eowyn struck during Thursday night. I was up in the early hours of Friday morning, pain, painkillers, and the kitchen was full of noise - the wind and waves were crashing. So maybe the poor old pine would not have survived, who knows?
We had to pay yet another visit to the bank early Friday morning, and were grateful that the storm had eased off by then. We saw the same kind and pretty young lady we saw before - and she was very helpful. We have to do something mysterious computer-wise in 5 days time, and then, hopefully, all is sorted. And maybe our lives will become a bit simpler.
I fear we are in for very hard economic times though. But if you will only do accept the free Bible Course offered by your local Jehovah's Witness congregation, or you can do one on line, at JW.org, then you will know that we are living the darkest hour before the dawn.
And it will be such a wonderful dawn when it comes.
In the meantime, it was not such a wonderful dawn for me this morning. My "good" shoulder is now so painful and stiff I could not even put my hearing aid in... and I will have to miss my day out at Sussex Ornithologists with Captain B. There is no way I can get dressed, even with his help. It is another step down the dismal ladder of old age.
However I have to remember that wonderful dawn that is coming, and that one day I may be able to thank Jehovah for it all from a perfect heart. Oh - and hear the dawn chorus from perfect ears!
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