by me
Frangipani blossom in a plastic cup
And the sprinklers singing
In the cool morning air
As the sun revs up.
Memories... I wrote this many many years ago on one of our trips to Thailand to see friends. I can't find any photos to go with it in the Captain's picture gallery though, so I thought I would find one from our expat years in the desert instead. These are the spray fields where we used to walk Shadow. They were paradise for him.
It sometimes puzzles me that the 25 years we spent in Arabia - years for which I am very grateful - have vanished seemingly leaving so little impression. I think it's the travelling we did during those years that has stayed with me. And what travellers some of us still are! Two of our three visitors are in the middle of a tour of much of Europe, it seems, visiting friends. And the third is planning a trip to Antarctica with her husband.
The closest we have ever been was Tasmania where the next stop was the emptiness and shimmering ice of the Antarctic. The night skies were such that if I had not already realised there was a Creator - a Grand Creator - surely that sky would have told me, as clearly as if it had spoken.
We were treated to fish and chips in the local pub - which is an excellent place for lunch and river watching. I noted that none of us managed to finish, delicious though it was.
Is that because we are all older now - with me - gulp - the oldest of all - or just that portions are so big now? Or a bit of both?
We talked rather a lot about our medical conditions and our medications. And in harmony with the topic, I had another trip to the hospital this morning. One I had been dreading and had been waiting a long time for. I prayed to Jehovah to help, I was so anxious, and asked that there might be a simple medical solution.
It turns out that there may be. And I start on a new medication tonight. I am very grateful for some hope here.
It's not easy, old age. But I am so happy to still be here.
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