another flare-up

feeling very sorry for myself - no sleep - left arm - v v painful - typing one-handed this morning - no caps.     the first time this happened to me - many years ago - i was carted away by ambulance - they thought i had had a stroke.    the emergency doctor - saudi - said it was arthritis and i must see a specialist.  i am v grateful to him, as i had already been tested for the big a - and had tested negative - turns out the tests back then did not pick up this type of hereditary a.

this is why i find travel so difficult now - never know when its going to strike.

had a morning on the doors with jenny yesterday - nearly didn't go, as was supposed to be going with kathy who had to cancel - tempted to go back to bed - but read thought for the day* - and went to the field service group - did 2 hours walking - in a lot of pain by end - but a lovely productive morning - veryglad i went - then home to get lunch and rest - and then this full-blown flare-up took hold - am fit for nothing this morning - moan moan whinge whinge.

*yesterday's daily scripture:

Tuesday, March 17
This good news of the kingdom will be preached in all the inhabited earth for a witness to all the nations; and then the end will come.—Matt. 24:14.
Peter, James, John, and Andrew were finally alone with their Master. Jesus’ earlier comments regarding the destruction of the temple weighed heavily on their minds. (Mark 13:1-4) Thus, they asked: “Tell us, When will these things be, and what will be the sign of your presence and of the conclusion of the system of things?” (Matt. 24:1-3) Jesus began to tell them about events, or conditions, that would not only result in great changes to life but also identify the last days of Satan’s wicked system of things. (Matt. 24:7-12) One particular event must have intrigued Jesus’ disciples. After telling of such distressing matters as wars, food shortages, and an increase of lawlessness, Jesus foretold that something positive would also mark the last days, as recorded in today’s text.

A Good Quota of Cliff-Galloping

We are rather enjoying the new Poldark.  Wild landscape (Cornwall), wild red hair (Demelza), and the requisite amount of galloping along cliff tops (Ross and Horse).   Its good so far, though we would have been happy to have seen the original again too.  Its going to be hard to beat Angharad Rees as Demelza.

Cornwall has such happy childhood memories for me.  I knew the beach at Praa Sands when it was empty, even at the height of the summer.

Which reminds me of a joke we were told by a gentleman whose door we called at on Saturday. He wasn't interested, but said so politely and Jean and I had a friendly chat with him.  As he watched me totter down his steps he said "I'll get a lift fitted for the next time you come.  In any case, I am getting to need one myself".   And then he added:   "I am getting so old now, I can say that I knew the Dead Sea when it was only ill."

So he gave us a laugh. It was a very nice friendly road.  Even the young chap whose doorbell I jammed by ringing it (!) was lovely, and took a magazine.

We had supper at Jack's on Saturday night.  Salmon - real salmon - with asparagus, mashed potato and dill sauce, and apple pie and yoghurt for afters.  A lovely evening, as it always is with Jackie.

It was the Meeting at the Kingdom Hall yesterday morning, with an especially good talk from a visiting brother.   And the Watchtower was a reminder of the importance of the coming Memorial of Jesus' death.  I had intended to go on the door to door work afterwards as Col was out conserving things all day, but my shoulder started to play up, and I was in a lot of pain by the time the meeting ended.   I had to leave quickly while I could still drive.  My left arm/shoulder is still very painful, but its not, thank goodness, a full-blown arthritis attack.  I was able to sleep last night.

The Kind Young Postman

Mike and I kept bumping into a young postman who was delivering letters, and lots of packages, on the road we were working on Thursday morning.  We offered him a Memorial Invitation.  He accepted it, and said that he really respected us for what we did!    We said that going door to door had given us a lot of respect for postmen too.

We finished our territory and I drove Mike back and then I did 4 return visits on the way home. Nobody was in.  But I did leave a couple of Memorial Invitations.  The other two calls we posted yesterday when we did our big shop. The Captain took them to the Post Office along with the Butterfly memberships (only 1 this month, lowest total ever.) I usually have to post Dave's magazines as there is no access to his mailbox unless he is at home. And he never is.  And another call's new dog guards her letterbox fiercely while she is out.  When she had her old dog, I could say: "Good girl, Leave it.", as I pushed the magazines through. And she, good dog that she was, would leave it.

Not so sure about this one. I will check with her Person, the next time I catch her at home.

In the afternoon, we had a walk along the beach - grey and coldish - and we bumped into Terry.  We are all going to the talk at Arundel next week.

The waves - and the watery sunshine - and the fisherman - all made me want to write a poem.  But my poetry writing days seem to be over.

However, I have heard from my young publisher, and it seems that my short(ish) story may now be going to be published as a novella!  I have been filling in Forms about myself and my writing.   Which makes it feel real. And I will certainly be keeping the blog posted.

The Rife

Ferring Rife

We went for a walk along Ferring Rife on Monday - it was grey and cold - and we walked round the Wetland Trust yesterday afternoon - sunny, with a wonderful light.   Spring is in the air - there were beakloads of twigs going to and fro, and some macho posturing (and that was only Captain Butterfly!).  Actually, he WAS in quite a passion, as the battery on his second camera ran out mid-shot. His first camera is in hospital at the moment.

Arundel WWT

Kathy and I managed an hour and three-quarters on the preaching work yesterday morning. We finished our assigned territory and did a few return visits.   We are trying to get a Memorial invite to every home.    I must remind myself to go to the house without a letter box every time I am out this month in case I can find them at home.

Today was an at-home for me.  The Captain flew off early with his sandwiches for his conservation work, and I got on with my studying, some washing, ironing and did the floors.   I also got some daytime TV watching done.  And some internet witnessing.

The Zimmer Twins

Jean and I just about managed an hour on the preaching work on Saturday. We finished our territory, working with 2 other pairs of siblings, door to door, in just over half an hour, and then went and did some return visits on the next road, which we had worked on last month.  They were either not at home, or busy, except for one charming lady who said she had enjoyed reading the February mags, took March, and would like April.

She said she had never stopped to wonder what it is that Jesus saved us from - and why and how.  If she reads the articles in the March Watchtower she will find it explained, clearly and simply

Col and I went for a walk along Ferring Rife today. It was a cold grey day - but I love all weathers.   Obviously, no butterflies, and not all that many birds.  The ground was really wet and muddy.

Talking of weather, I have been re-reading Nick Ward's "Left for Dead".   As a young man he was the last sailor rescued during the 1978 Fastnet Race disaster.   15 sailors died, including two on Grimalkin, the boat Nick was sailing on.

The weather gave them a warning that a fearsome storm was on the way.  But it wasn't read correctly, except by one French weather station.

In the chapter "Ochre Sky" Nick Ward says this:  
"It was then that I noticed the combination of colours in the sky - reds, oranges and ochres, weird but exquisite, unlike anything I had seen before.  The reds reminded me of colours I'd seen in a Rothko oil painting. I joined Matt, Mike and Dave on the windward rail looking intently to the west, all of us transfixed by the beauty of this skyline. With sunset not due until around 8.30pm, I was baffled by the colour scheme this deep orange sun created in the sky so early in the day."

It is a gripping read.

The Team of Jane and Sue

We rode out from the Kingdom Hall in good time yesterday, and did an hour and half, with Jane kindly giving me a coffee and a sit down halfway through in her lovely conservatory. I still need to stop and rest a lot.  We also did a couple of return visits.  And had a very good talk with one lady.

I was quite late back, having assumed that Captain Butterfly would have flittered off out into the sunshine with his cameras,and his packed lunch.  I had left the window open for him.  But he was at home when I got back.  Thankfully, I had made a large chicken and veggie casserole yesterday, so it was just a question of heating portions in the microwave for our lunch.

The meeting last night was excellent - lots of experiences, some of them funny, about witnessing via intercom.  Not easy.  One sister in Japan called regularly on one householder for two and a half years, all the time talking to her through the intercom system at her flats, never seeing her.   But she is now conducting a Bible study - face to face.   It made me wonder if I should call back on my talking gate, where I left the little tract.

It is a sisters' lunch at the local pub today.  Seventeen of us I believe. Tammy has been organising tables.   And the campaign to deliver the invitations to the Memorial of Jesus' death, on Friday 3rd April, starts tomorrow. I am picking up Jean and will drive her to the group and we will work together.

Eastbourne by Sarah Wardle.

Eastbourne
by Sarah Wardle

Each summer bought them out again,
like gulls along the beach,
to gaze on the horizon
at a future out of reach,
or watch the pleasure boat board
from an in memoriam bench,
along with the holiday horde
and its salt'n'vinegar stench.

Winter would keep them in,
though on a brighter day
they'd drive out for a spin,
or have grandchildren to stay,
but this December afternoon
they sleep tight in their graves,
and Christmas lights are up so soon
beside the ceaseless waves.


The Captain and I are so near our Eastbourne moment now...    but I was out with Kathy this morning trying to tell all who will listen that it was not meant to be like this, we were not meant to have such short lives, over before we almost know they have begun.   And that a rescue is so close for all who will take hold of it.

We - Kathy and me - drove all over on return visits, but the only people we found at home were not interested in talking to us any more.  However we can only try. Soon we will be trying to cover all our territory, giving everyone an invitation to the coming Memorial of Jesus' death.  

The Captain was home for lunch and I made us veggie soup with the leeks -  and we had the remains of the beef chile with baked potato and salad for our tea.