Wednesday was a busy day - for me, nowadays. Neither the Captain nor I had a good nights's sleep - him constant coughing - me, my pains - so he slept in (very unusual). The pain got me up early, which was good as I had to get ready for the study. My sister comes at 9:45. I was OK timewise, but was wondering how I was going to get myself dressed without my resident (unpaid) Carer in attendance. I did not want to wake the poor guy, but he did wake up in time, and got me all ready to go and brisked me out the door on the very second of 9:45.
We spent two hours with our student and got back before lunch to find everything set out ready - I just had to heat up the soup and the apple crumble.
It was an afternoon Zoom with another sister as we got on with our field service together - and hopefully encouraged each other.
Supper was pizza - easy peasy - and then a session watching The Bay - talk about gloomy - but true to life, alas, as the fruitage of the rebellion in Eden becomes more and more evident.
Given that I seem to be making so many crumbles, I wondered what would happen if I put the word "crumble" into Col's online photo gallery. So I did - and this came up - an Orange Crumble Sponge that Col took in the Maldives!
Today I am making a fruit cake - as I am down to my last piece of homemade cake, which is now reposing in the Captain's lunch box along with his sandwiches. And he needs another lunch for tomorrow.
I think I experienced another of the "lasts" of old age too - the last outing - on Friday night. We went to see Andy Fairweather Low at the Ropetackle. It was almost beyond me to cope, I was in such a lot of pain. But we did it.
He and his band are very good - seasoned musicians - and he still has a great voice - he is our age. But what he does not do is the 60s/70s nostalgia tour that I (at least) was expecting.
He packed the venue - not a single empty seat, well apart from the one next to the Captain, but that is probably because he spent the first hour (before the concert started) coughing. He did test himself for Covid before going out in public by the way - and the test was negative.
So a good evening out, but perhaps such things are no longer for me. Not this side of Armageddon anyway. And afterwards, who knows? Will we sit listening to music, or will be all be able to get up and dance to it then.
I just hope that the Captain and I will be there to find out.
The Memorial Campaign starts today. We will be issuing invitations from door to door - letterbox to letterbox - for the Memorial of Jesus' death which will be after sunset on the 12th April It is through Jesus' sacrificial death that we, the damaged, dying children of disobedient Adam - can have back the life, the perfection, the joy, the paradise that our first parents so tragically lost.
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