The Snow Arrives

Thursday night Captain Butterfly drove me to the Kingdom Hall and said he would pick me up as the weather forecast worried him.  No snow as we drove there - no frost even - but when he picked me up nearly 2 hours later we drove out into a snowy Winter Wonderland.

I was so grateful for the chauffering.  I have never driven in snow  (no snow in Saudi).   However, come Saturday all our snow had gone, so Jean and I were able to go out on the work. We only did an hour - 3 calls each - it was cold but sunny -everything looked so beautiful - the sunlight on the empty trees.     However, it was very chilly on Saturday evening and when we drove over into the East Sussex wilderness for supper with Dan and Libby, we found there was still some snow on the ground - soft when we arrived, icy when we left.

I am terrified of ice now.  It has become a "terror in the way", as Ecclesiastes puts it in that perfect poetic description of old age.  "and the grasshopper drags itself along..."

Lilian - exPlanetExpat - rang and we had a chat. Its good to keep in touch - we saw a lot of each other in our expat years.   She studied (the Bible) with me, and still keeps up some contact with the local Jehovah's Witness congregation.  She does not go to the meetings, sadly. She would learn so much if she did.

We had a lovely supper with Dan, Libby, Richard, Sarah and Indi in the uncharted region beyond Brighton - got back after midnight - a very very late night for us these days - meeting in the morning for me plus shopping for Jacks and Jean,  detectoring for the Captain. And I, with so much that needs doing, dozed on the sofa all afternoon...

Perhaps the thought of this week daunted me - 2 hospital visits, 1 trip to the dentist and one day out in London.  It feels like an Everest to climb.

The snow went as suddenly as it came, and today any kids on The Green will have to be content with making rainmen and throwing rainballs. Though I think only the valiant dog walkers will be out.

A Bumpy Road

The Triage Team has given me a fast track referral to the hospital to look at the mysterious bump/lump.  Probably nothing, but...I was a bit alarmed at hearing it was the Triage Team that was to see me as, given my age, I am starting to expect a syringe of Lethobarb, if any triage is involved.   However the Team turned out to be one not-at-all well and over-worked young GP.  We were quite concerned about her, tried to be as quick as possible, and were grateful to her for turning up for work.

How long can our GPs cope with the stresses and strains?   

Then Tuesday morning, Jean and I were out on the work, traffic a nightmare, when a lady pulled out from the carpark and slammed right into my car.  There was nowhere for us to stop, so I had to pull in on a double yellow line at the risk of causing another accident.

The poor lady looked so apprehensive as she got out of her car.  I suppose she thought I might be a road-rage type.   But we both agreed that no damage had really been done, and I assured her - when she apologised - that she wasn't to be upset about it, as I know what a nightmare the traffic is now.

This was essentially caused by some roadworks in The Street which had severely disrupted things.

She seemed so relieved, and then it occurred to me to give her a copy of our latest Watchtower magazine:
https://www.jw.org/en/publications/magazines/watchtower-no1-2019-jan-feb/who-is-god-bible-answers/

She took it, assured me she would read it, and said "bless you", as she left.  Of course I completely forget to get any details, so Captain B was (rightly) not too pleased with me.   However he acknowledged that the car was basically OK

Only Jehovah could make something so good out of what was a rather upsetting experience.  Jean and I did the call we were driving to and then finished as I was feeling a little bit shaky.

Anyway, I got back in the saddle Wednesday and visited Maggie - much quieter than usual, but pleased to see me, whoever I may be.  She has no idea now.  But she loves a visitor. And I managed half an hours chat and a go at the butterfly game which made us both laugh. Then shopping on the way back, in case it is snowy on Thursday - which is forecast.

Temperatures are so low in the USA, it must be like being on Everest in some areas.  God help all those sleeping out in it. 

The Captain left early for a day out metal detecting in Timbuctoo - well, in Alton to be exact, but nearly as far.  In freezing fog too....  very worrying.

I do not plan to out at all today - very icy, no snow as yet - except to the meeting tonight.  If its snowing, Captain Timbuctoo says he will chauffeur me.  All being well.

What an uncertain world we live in.  And how wonderful it will be when that connection, so fatally broken in Eden, is restored. 

S.O.S.

Long-tailed tit, Aegithalos caudatus

This SOS is not a plea for help - my blog has not been kidnapped.  Not yet, anyway.  It stands for the Sussex Ornithological Society. They had their 40th Annual Conference on Saturday, at Clair Hall, Haywards Heath.   And the Arundel Three - The Captain, Terry and Mrs Captain Butterfly (me) -attended.

Everything was very well organised - we had four speakers - the business aspect (the awards) was handled quickly and with minimal Oscar-ising.  And the lunch was well done too - cold trays set out, for Veggies (Mrs.Captain) and Meat Eaters (The Captain and Terry)  And some lovely home made cakes were sold in the foyer.

Under my new DESMOND rules, I could have neither my bread roll nor any cake, but the other two grazed happily.

The last talk by Peter Holden was all about bird nests.  It was quite an architectural talk, due to their structure, design, artistry, and strength. We often talk about how amazing the creation is in the meetings at the Kingdom Hall.  But in these other contexts, very sadly, no credit or thanks is ever given to the Creator, Jehovah, the God of Abraham.

But that is, presumably, the point of the Theory of Evolution - to make sure that God's name is not sanctified.

But, in harmony with the Lord's prayer, I hope to be out there tomorrow with the valiant Jean, telling all who will listen about our Creator.

Jackie came round last night for fish and chips - and then we watched an episode of Vera, during which I managed to fall sleep for a few minutes and probably missed a vital plot twist.  It was a good episode, with some great North East backdrops, but I was so tired from yesterday.

Today is a medical day... oh joy.  And I hope I will start my studying for the week, get the Butterfly Memberships posted and the last bit of paperwork done, and get to some housework apart from the usual clothes wash done and meals made.

Actually lunch - veggie soup - is already made. And we are sharing a pizza (Waitrose) tonight, so it is far from a cookery marathon.

My Part in the Ministry School.

I was on the platform last night. I had the 1st return visit, 3 minutes or less. (It was less.)

First Return Visit: (3 min. or less) Use the sample conversation. (th study 2)

Study 2 is  Conversational Manner.

And the Sample Conversation goes like this:

Question: How do we know that Jehovah God wants us to become his friends?

Scripture: Jas 4:8

Link: How can we become God’s friends?

And this is my little talk/dialogue:

Sue:  Hello R.  I'm glad to find you at home. I'm Sue - and we had such an interesting discussion when I called at your door last week.

R:  Yes, I do remember,  You showed me God's name - in my Bible. It was quite a surprise. And you said that Jehovah wants us to know him, to become close to him.

Sue: Yes. And then you had an interesting question for me. That is why I called back.  Do you remember?

R:    Yes, I did.I know there is a God, and I would love to be close to him.  I have prayed to him all my life.  But I don't seem to get an answer, and sometimes because of the way things are I do find it hard to believe that he cares for us, that he would  want us to be close to him, even to be his friend, as you said Abraham was..  

Sue.  I often wonder that more people don't ask that question.  I asked it myself for many years.  It is a very reasonable one given the sad state we are in. And there is such a wonderful answer too.  I would love to show how we can be sure of Jehovah's care for us, if you have a moment.

R.   I'd love to know. But I don't have much time today as we are expecting visitors.

Sue.  Oh, you' ll be busy.  I won't keep you then.   But,  if I may, I will leave you with one reassuring verse from the Bible.  We looked at the Hebrew Scriptures, or Old Testament, last week, so now I want to show you something from the Christian Greek Scriptures, or New Testament.   It's here, at James 4:8:    (Reads:  Draw close to God, and he will draw close to you. Cleanse your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you indecisive ones.)

Draw close to God, and he will draw close to you.  Isn't that an invitation, to you, to me, to everyone, to come to our Creator, to draw close to him, to Jehovah, the Almighty God - even to be his friend?

R.  It is. And it's a lovely thought.  But how is it to be done?

Sue.  Could I call round again in a few days - maybe this time next week - as I would love to show you how simply and clearly the  Bible answers that question?

R.  Yes, please do.  I should have more time to talk then.

My householder was great, put it all in her own words, while giving me the right cues.

 I visited Maggie on Wednesday.  She has no idea wh I am now, but she still loves a visitor. We played a little game with my butterfly bag which made us both laugh.  Thursday was the meeting, and the Captain and I shopped this morning, and dropped Jackie's shopping in.  She is coming over for fish and chips on Sunday night.  Then I had a lovely afternoon - two great return visits.

Flowers from Elizabeth

Elizabeth bought some lovely flowers when she (and Jacks) came for supper on Sunday.  Autumnal chrysanthemums, tomato red and gold, and lilies.


We- Elizabeth, the Captain and me - re-discovered each other at a recent family funeral and it turns out we live within walking distance!

So there were four of us crammed round our kitchen table for a supper of Chicken Kiev, cauliflower cheese, mashed pots, carrots and peas.  I didn't have the mashed potatoes, but had a lot of crisps with my win. So a bad weekend diabetes-wise and I must must must be strict with myself this week.

The lovely painting of the Downland above the flowers is by Brian Burchill.

Monday was a medical day - somewhat frustrating - the appointment system is getting more Byzantine.  Its Tuesday and I am still on the appointment merry-go-round - will try again tomorrow morning- anyway, some good news, my blood sugar measurements are much improved - in spite of a few lapses over the hols.

Jean and I had nearly 2 hours on the doors this morning.  Just two visits, but we have to hope that we have been able to sow and nurture a seed of truth.   And I must now go out and take my obligatory walk.  Brrrrrrrrrrr

The Brexit/Bremain fiasco continues.  I hope it is settled soon, and that we don't end up with the worst of both worlds. 

But - I do expect that it is going to become clearer every day that the warning in the Hebrew Scriptures that "it does not belong to man who is walking even to direct his step" is simply what it claims to be - the truth.

Good Wives? Margaret Forster

I have always been a Margaret Forster fan and am trying to collect all her early novels from second hand bookshops.  And I found "Good Wives?" in our local Oxfam the other day. She tells the story of marriage down a couple of centuries through the lives of Mary Livingstone, Fanny Stevenson, Jennie Lee and herself.

I have only skimmed it so far, reading more about the Forster marriage, as I have just read and re-read her wonderful memoir "Hidden Lives".   But what a dangerous and difficult thing marriage has been for so many women.

It should not have been.  It was an arrangement that should have brought nothing but happiness. But once our parents cut themselves off from their Creator it all went wrong.

Col found an old wartime penny yesterday.  1944. All covered with verdigris. A penny was something back then.  In the 1950s it could buy you 4 aniseed balls, or 1 gobstopper.

I took Jean out on Friday as we are not available today - meeting Catherine and Rob for lunch. I also took her to visit Ken on Wednesday afternoon. He is looking much better then when  I last saw him, so they are looking after him well. I hope to get back to my visits to Maggie next week, as I think the Nursing Home is open again.  Thursday was the meeting of course. The morning was taken up with medical matters - lots of medical matters.   

I posted a letter and a copy of  "Old Playgrounds" to Darren on Friday.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007FQEDUU/ref=dp-kindle-redirect?_encoding=UTF8&btkr=1

And I posted a copy of our latest Watchtower magazine to a lady on my route who is no longer able to make it to the door.  Well, I drove over and put it through her letterbox.

Our lives are so difficult now, damaged and dying as we are. But we are not abandoned. And if she will only read the magazine, check it with her Bible, and think seriously about it, it will give her such a wonderful hope.
https://www.jw.org/en/publications/magazines/watchtower-no1-2019-jan-feb/who-is-god-bible-answers/

The Foresight Saga

Have I published this epic poem (by me) before?

I can't remember. But surely something of such literary importance is worth re-posting?

Well I'm going to blog it anyway.

The Foresight Saga

by me

My darling baby 

when you grow up

your life will be wrecked

when your wife runs off 

with an architect

But you'll marry again

that's for sure

and have a daughter

you'll just adore.

I wrote it for one of those competitions where everybody wins and everybody gets published. 

I probably should have called this blog "Medical Matters", as they filled up yesterday.  Appointment for diabetes eye test - drops in, exploding light, results looked OK, but Techie guy has to check them first - my GP will be told - had to ring up hospital re x-ray appointment - no date - do I just drop in - and next Arthritis app - no letter received yet - need date and time, so I can get the timing for the blood tests - left message on an ansafone - hope to get back to me 48 hours - letter from GP about making app for blood test - rang up - waited, waited, waited and waited again (they are so busy, almost overwhelmed) - got app for Wednesday - then a nurse rang - could  I pick up a BP form on Wed and do a weeks bp tests - and she will make me an app for another problem (which has just appeared) - letter will come - follow up again if not.

How long can I go on keeping all this in my head?  And how long can the NHS afford me?

Anyway, enough Mr.Jingling.   Jacks came to us for a fish and chip supper on Saturday night.  Jean and I had a very good morning doing return visits - and the meeting on Sunday was lovely. It is good to be back into the congregation routine.

And Jean and I were out again this morning - doing return visits.  Then I did my walk - and made Captain B a supper of bacon,egg,tomatoes,mushrooms and fried potatoes, and I had a veggie stew. We both had berries and yoghurt for afters

The first series of Midsomer Murders is being shown and we a really enjoying it.  I had forgotten how good it was in its heyday.

The Brexit/Bremain fiasco continues with nobody seeming to know what is gong to happen...  and the weather is still a bit too warm for the time of year.