Tuesday 30 November 2021

Storm Janet brings SNOW!





Janet's two cats are now at the bungalow, in their new home. Nute and Pen picked them up on the day that Storm Arwen was raging. So they have re-named it Storm Janet.  It was a momentous day for the cats - they are rescues, and very shy - not used to people.

However, while one is still in hiding, safe in the house, the catflap will not come into play until they are well settled obviously, one is, well I will let my sister tell it:  "These cats are "not well socialised and very timid", which is probably why the most timid one is sitting on the table in front of me eating my porridge, dipping her tail in my tea, and uttering loud threats at next door's cat who thinks my garden is his. Her daughter is still in hiding, but will come out for food and a quick stroke."

It is looking good! Janet would have been very pleased to see them settling in so well, and so quickly. My sister has a lovely garden for them - rambling and with lots of wild bits. My other sister has a lovely garden too, but they also have a large and bouncy dog on the premises, so I don't think the cats could have settled so quickly.

On Monday morning, we woke up to a white-ish world - we had had a small fall of snow overnight. It looked lovely, but was nothing compared to what Storm Janet had given the rest of the UK. I am glad it was not a Detectorist day, as the roads would have been a worry. Captain B and Jim had a good day out yesterday, and the Captain found a 1917 farthing.

If that farthing could talk, and had it ever been to Sheffield in its travels, might it remember me?  I could have spent it in the sweet shop on a Saturday (pocket money day), It might have bought me an aniseed ball.  I seem to remember they were 4 for a penny.

Sweets were strictly rationed in my youth - initially by food rationing and then by sensible parenting.  Which is probably one reason why I still have most of my own teeth.  Although having said that my dental surgery crisis continues with no end in sight.

How much I need to remember that Jehovah is going to "make all things new".  My body is wearing out fast, and I only hope that my mind won't be following it.  We, the damaged children of disobedient Adam, have never yet known what it is to be truly alive, let alone perfect. But that is what our Creator is offering us - the life and perfection our first parents so tragically lost.

Please don't turn down the offer.


Saturday 27 November 2021

Aussie Gold Hunters



The Watchtower study at the Sunday meeting was based on these words:  “I will shake all the nations, and the precious things of all the nations will come in.”​—HAG. 2:7.

We are living in the time of this shaking.   And an illustration occurred to me, which I did make into a comment.  I am a great fan of Aussie Gold Hunters - love them all, am so pleased when they do find gold, they work so hard.  So I was thinking about how they dig up a pile of rock - ordinary rock to my eyes, grind it down and then it goes onto a violent set of shaker trays, and out of these rocks, the gold appears.

Every one of us can become gold in Jehovah's eyes, if we want to.  If we listen to him, and do out best to accept and follow his moral standards.

The photo of Col's I have chosen for this blog shows Sea Sandwort - a hint of gold among rocks/pebbles.

The article says, in part:  "The shaking that Haggai describes is not like a literal earthquake, which brings only destruction. Instead, it produces good results. Jehovah himself tells us: “I will shake all the nations, and the precious things of all the nations will come in; and I will fill this house with glory.” (Hag. 2:7) What did this prophecy mean for those who lived in Haggai’s time? And what does it mean for us today? We will discuss the answers to those questions and also learn how we have a part in shaking the nations today."

https://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2021562#h=8

On Tuesday night Captain Butterfly and I attended - via Zoom - a meeting for all the Membership Secretaries in Butterfly Conservation.  It was good and helpful, though not so much for me of course as this marks the end of my term as Membership Secretary.  My Butterfly filing cabinet is now empty - and there have been no queries from that last set of Membership Packages I sent out, so I guess that is it.  All done and dusted. And while I feel a bit sad about it, I know i don't have the energy anymore. 

Having said all that, I got a change of address on Thursday morning and have advised HQ and all accordingly.  However, its no problem to deal with these small queries and changes that will probably go on appearing for a while.

Storm Arwen is on the way, arriving apparently this afternoon.  At 3.10 on Thursday afternoon it suddenly began to pelt down, catching Col as he went down to his car to pack it up for today's expedition.  I wondered if it was Arwen arriving early, but it stopped almost as soon as it started, and the sea remained calm. 

The News is full of a new and alarming Covid variation that has apparently turned up in South Africa and is just starting to spread.   The worrying thing is if the current vaccinations will be effective against it.

And there has a been a tragedy in the Channel. A boat of migrants, mainly from the troubles in the Middle East it seems, has gone down, with many casualties...   I hope hope hope no such boats are trying to make the crossing today, with Storm Arwen arriving.  The sea will be so cold now too.  

What a sad world system we are living in. And how much we need the loving heavenly Kingdom of God ruling over us.  I hope that those who died in the Channel yesterday have a wonderful awakening ahead of them, into the restored earthly paradise, where they will never again be what my father once was "displaced people".   The whole earth will be a paradise of peace the next time they see it.


Wednesday 24 November 2021

At Day-close in November



I have always loved the poetry of Thomas Hardy. So here he is, as another November comes to its end.  He has been a long time gone now - but I hope that, one day, when the time comes, Jehovah will wake him from the dreamless sleep of death, and he will see this lovely earth once again.

At day-close in November

The ten hours’ light is abating,
And a late bird wings across,
Where the pines, like waltzers waiting,
Give their black heads a toss.
Beech leaves, that yellow the noontime,
Float past like specks in the eye;
I set every tree in my June time,
And now they obscure the sky.
And the children who ramble through here
Conceive that there never has been
A time when no tall trees grew here,
That none will in time be seen.


I am thinking that, perhaps, during the Thousand years, a lot of the earth's forests - their tall trees - will be restored.  

The photo, taken by Captain Butterfly, is of a Spiny Puffball.

I had my Zoom chat with the siblings Monday morning  - all are OK, and Nute seems better, though still coughing.  It is not Covid which is a relief.

Janet's funeral will be on the 6th December. We will not be able to go, but we are going to send some flowers from the family.  I think Janet would have liked us to do that.  She herself knows nothing now, in the dreamless sleep of death.  But I hope she has a wonderful awakening ahead of her.

I had a big day out on Tuesday afternoon.  Captain Butterfly chauffered me and we picked up  some magazines, delivered some of them to another sibling, collected a copy of a book I had lent out, and checked on 3 addresses of people i used to call on, hoping to send them a copy of the current magazine:
https://www.blogger.com/u/1/blog/post/edit/1117679443580926865/6104206027556572061


My blood pressure is up, and I have to measure it every day for the next 10 days.  I had a long chat with a sister who is even older than I am, and we bemoaned the difficulties of old age, as everything is wearing out.

I have decided I can still say I am in the November of my life - but that December is rushing towards me fast.  So this time of year is a giant looming metaphor.  It is beautiful though, as are all seasons, all months.  The creation has a magnificent glory along with a tender beauty.

And so far we - the damaged children of Adam  - have only had a glimpse of it!




Sunday 21 November 2021

A Bunch of Red Roses

Disraeli Hall has earned me a bunch of beautiful red roses!  It has done the rounds of 3 local friends, who all enjoyed it, and who have bought me flowers.    Once again, they say it kept them turning the page.  

My Smartphone continues to torment me.  It just pinged, which always throws me into a panic.  Apparently it wanted to tell me about "Anti-ageing haircuts for older women"!!!  

How double dare it?  What happened to that law of robotics which meant that AI machines were not supposed to attack and insult us people?

Captain B,  left very early on Saturday loaded down with metal detectors.  I devoted Thursday morning to making a big fruitcake for his lunches, and I added a slice for Jim.  It is another reliable Cranks recipe - a boil and bake fruitcake that you have to make in two stages, as you simmer fruit, orange juice, sugar and butter and leave to cool before you add the eggs and dry ingredients.

If you did not allow for cooling, I guess you would end up with scrambled egg cake.

Worryingly Col has had a bad knee this week - detectorist's knee in my opinion - and I was hoping he might take the weekend off.  But no.  I just have to hope the knee holds up.  He is not young either.  It is very distressing to think of him getting old and maybe no longer able to get out into the countryside, or even drive.   But - one day  - in the restored earthly paradise - I hope we will be forever young - and always learning.

He is off again this morning, with Jim. The alarm clock went off at 5.00 a.m. and they set off for the outer planets any moment now.  Col is in the kitchen driving the coffee machine as I type. He always does breakfast, while I do lunch and supper.  His current lunch is already made - sandwiches and two pieces of fruitcake, and hopefully, if the mince thaws out in time, he will come back to a cottage pie for supper.

I have my congregation Zoom meeting this morning, followed by a Zoom chat with my congregational siblings.  Then hopefully I will get something done this afternoon.  I have some correspondence to do, a couple of cards to send, that sort of thing. And there is always always housework.

Friday 19 November 2021

Stoical and Cheerful






"We were just saying how stoical and cheerful you are, considering all these health problems," said kind Dr.Amin.  The "we" referred to the young student who was working with her.  Meanwhile Captain B was muttering something from behind his mask that sounded like "You want to try living with her!" 

Anyway, that is another check up - Dermatology - done.  They have given me some steroid patches to try. 

Its getting to the stage now where, when they ask for a list of my current medications, it might be quicker and simpler just to list the medications I am NOT taking.  Its all so unfair and...  but I must remember that I am "stoical and cheerful"...  Mind you, Dr.Amin has a great bedside manner and probably says that to all her patients.  If not, and if she means it, then all credit goes to the loving and supportive congregation arrangement into which Jehovah gathers all who will come to him.  For one thing, the constant teaching provides us with such a wonderful hope - a hope of perfect health, just for starters.

By nature I am a wimp, with a backbone of solid custard.

Had a nice hour with the siblings on Zoom on Monday, and an hour Wednesday morning on the field service, working out letters to send with this current, and very comforting, Watchtower magazine:  https://www.jw.org/en/library/magazines/watchtower-no2-2021-may-jun/

Col has had some more cards made up from his photos: 1 Butterfly, 1 Moth, and 2 Clownfish. If I can catch him for a moment as he flitters about I hope one at least of the card pics will be heading this blog. 

It makes me sad to see the Clowns though, enchanting as they are, as a recent David Attenborough programme showed us how what close families they have, as father, mother and children all work together. And I think of how many clownfish families were torn apart and the survivors confined to tiny tanks and aquariums.

I long for the Kingdom of God to be ruling over the earth, so that we can take care of all the earthly creatures in the perfect, loving and unselfish manner that our Creator intends. The animal creation has suffered so much, through no fault of its own.

Col has also made the cards into an advert for my books Waiting for Gordo and Disraeli Hall.  I am sending cards today to Sharon, Jo, and June, but also pointing out that as they are local I can lend them a copy of either book if they want to read it.  They do not have to buy it.  I have also sent a card to Kathryn, who has her own copy and has already read it.  I have also packaged up a magazine and Clouded Yellow card for Julia of Nottingham.  I am sort of hoping she might buy DHall.  But I have no idea if she has read and enjoyed Gordo or not. She has a copy, but she has never said anything about it.



 






Monday 15 November 2021

The Ego Has Landed

Did I ever post this great review of Waiting for Gordo from Curtis Urness, on Goodreads?

Even if I did, I am still going to post it again (see heading of blog). Mr Urness says:

"When I first opened the pages of Waiting for Gordo, I was expecting a light-hearted vacation story, good for a few chuckles. While it certainly was that, the novel, like the mysterious island paradise that serves as its setting, turned out to be much more.

Miranda is on a diving holiday with her stalwart husband, Jim, and a group of expat British nationals (plus one American) at an Indian Ocean island resort. She is not there to explore the ocean deep with the others but to relax, enjoy the seclusion, and begin work on a novel. While she mines her friends’ gossip for story ideas, Miranda clearly prefers the company of her imaginary Hollywood alter-ego model for the heroine of her novel, Carmen Miranda, and Carmen’s equally imaginary suitor, Al Nino. Oh, and there’s also the Bathroom Cockroach, with whom she has negotiated a nonaggression treaty and who serves throughout the story as a winged objective correlative.

Just as every rose has its thorns, so does this island – plenty of them. It is called Small Island, but not only because it occupies a minute geographic space. There is some small terror lurking there that motivates the hired help to leave every evening rather than spend the night in its presence. Miranda senses it but cannot quite define its nature. Curious smells, such as sandalwood, permeate the air; curious creatures scuttle through the undergrowth. In the center of the atoll, the palatial estate of the isle’s owner, a wealthy Arab with a magical name, is surrounded by a gated wall overgrown with thorns. Yes, there are literal thorns, which the island groundskeepers struggle to keep under control, and which pierce Miranda’s tender skin.

Meanwhile the weather is idyllic, and the diving is great. Outside the periphery, a fierce storm rages, preventing Jim’s experienced diving partner, Gordo, and another group of tourists from arriving. Hence the title. Odd misfortunes start to befall the small group. The hired help and supplies become scarce. Miranda knows she has some measure of protection, thanks to her pact with the Bathroom Cockroach, but inevitably she must come to terms with the malevolent force that threatens her existence.

As the action progresses, the narrative becomes even more fanciful and absurd. I am reminded of the writings of Polish-Argentinian author Witold Gombrowicz. A more contemporary comparison would be with the works of Neil Gaiman. Knight guides the reader along with reserved wit and irony. This is the most fun book I’ve read in a long time. If you’re looking to for an enjoyable read, you can’t go wrong by Waiting for Gordo."

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35746959-waiting-for-gordo


Thank you Curtis.  I appreciate it so much. It is so good when people really enjoy reading the book.

And on that sad Tuesday last, I got Kathryn's beautiful Autumn card, with her news, and a photo of her two attractive grandchildren.  Her health is not at all good either. And that is the dilemma of age that all of us, the damaged children of disobedient Adam, are caught up in.   She also said that Disraeli Hall "certainly held me in its grip".   I do try to make people want to turn the page and find out what happens next.

Col had a good day yesterday.  He found a silver groat - in very good condition.  It will appear on his blog in time.  He also found a lovely little bronze bell - a harness bell - as in "jingle bells, jingle bells".

I had a Zoom hour with my siblings this morning - and Nute is feeling a lot better.  She and Pen are hoping to be able to go and get Janet's cats next week, if her recovery continues.  In the meantime, there is a good arrangement in place for their care at home.  It is so sad to think they might be waiting for Janet to return. Though I also suspect they may know she will not.

What a sad world system we live in now.  But not for much longer.  Here are some comforting verses from Psalm 37, which promise us exquisite delight in the abundance of peace, right here on the earth. And this is a promise from our Creator, Jehovah, who cannot and who does not lie, and whose every purpose is fulfilled.  He can and will achieve what no human government can.


  • "Just a little while longer, and the wicked will be no more;

    You will look at where they were,

    And they will not be there.

    But the meek will possess the earth,

    And they will find exquisite delight in the abundance of peace."



Friday 12 November 2021

A Farewell to Janet and the End of an Era



While I was in the Zoom meeting on Tuesday morning an email came through from Pen to tell us that Janet had died in hospital.  So another old friend, who I have known pretty much from my teenage years, has gone.  She was my Nute's friend really, but we all got to know her.  I am glad though that it was quick at the end. She was only admitted to hospital a few days ago.  Motor Neurone disease had left her unable to speak, unable to eat (she was fed by tube for the last 6 months) and she was losing the use of her hands, so would have no longer been able to communicate in writing.

It was so awful that we are glad she is now out of it.  

She was always a great haven for stray cats, and her last 2 are being fed. Someone is going in daily and frantic efforts are in place to find a home for them. Both my sisters, who have houses and gardens, can take them, and will take them, if necessary.   I wish we could. But we live a second floor flat, and these are indoor-outdoor cats.

The cats lives have been devastated too.  Its the end of an era for them; the end of the Janet Era for me and my siblings.  My brother in Oz  was saying he found her a bit daunting when he was a young lad as she was so attractive. Which she always was, though she would never believe it.  She was stunning.  I expect she was beautiful right up to the end.

The last time the Captain and I saw her was, sadly, at Ken's funeral.

I have picked a lovely Clouded Yellow butterfly photograph for this blog, in her memory.  It is one of Col's of course.

I hope that when the time comes, during the Thousand Years, Jehovah will wake Janet from the dreamless sleep of death. When he does she will find herself in an earth being restored to the paradise of perfection it was always meant to be.   It will be such a wonderful awakening for her. And, while the Inspired Scriptures have nothing to say about this, I can't help hoping that all her rescued cats will be there to greet her. She loved every single one of them. And for sure they loved her.

And Jehovah, our Creator, is love.


This week marked the end of my 10 year stint as Membership Secretary for Sussex Butterfly Conservation.  So another era ended.  I packaged up what should be the last batch of new members under my reign on Monday, to hit the post on Tuesday.  We have to hand over all the paperwork to the new secretary and I have to make out my last expenses form, but that will be it. I spent much of Tuesday, sorting and shredding, and emptying my Butterfly Filing Cabinet.

I feel a bit sad.  And I have had some lovely emails thanking me.  But its time for a fresh face to take over and maybe revitalise things.  And my energy levels are way way down.

A card of Autumn flowers from Kathryn cheered me up. She remembered it is my favourite season. And she also wanted to tell me she really liked Disraeli Hall too.  Which was a positive note in an otherwise sad week.

And I did my part in the Ministry School last night, with the help of my partner, who gave me all the right cues.  The Bible verses we were using was this lovely promise from Revelation 21:3,4, which says:

  • "With that I heard a loud voice from the throne say: “Look! The tent of God is with mankind, and he will reside with them, and they will be his people. And God himself will be with them. And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more,+ neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore. The former things have passed away.”


This promise tells us what will happen on the earth under the loving rule of the Kingdom of God.  When the whole earth is a paradise, then our real lives will begin.  And I hope very much I will be there, the Captain will be there, my siblings will be there, and Janet will be there... I hope all of us will be.


Tuesday 9 November 2021

A Grumpy Old Woman

 "We'll sink another mine shaft down" says a miner from Aussie Gold Hunters (one of my top favourite programmes).  

"As opposed to sinking it UP!"  I scream, rubber brick at the ready.

"I'm reducing the sauce down." says just about any TV Chef.

"As opposed to reducing it UP!" I scream, hurling aforementioned rubber brick at the screen.

"The word down is INCLUDED in the words "sinking" and "reducing."It makes no sense to add it."  I sob quietly to myself.

Surely the dumbing-down of language does matter?  And is this a continual process from the immense complexity of the earliest languages to the gutter grunts of some movie scripts and some music these days?

Or am I just a Grumpy Old Woman?

A consolation?  As we continually study the the Bible in the congregations, I do have in front of me all the time the perfect, exact and beautiful way Jehovah, the Creator of language, uses language.  I feel more and more grateful that Wilhemina and Ruby called at my Sheffield doorstep all those years ago, Bibles and Watchtower magazines in hand, to introduce me to the beauty and power of the Inspired Scriptures.

Anyway back to being grumpy.  I ventured another little walk yesterday. And I do mean little. Simply taking the recyc down to the bins, and walking back up the stairs. And am I paying for it today? Answer: Yes. Pain in right leg woke me up early to take as many meds as possible.  Now they have booked me in for Physio. Even getting myself there is probably going to cripple me, let alone doing anything even vaguely physio-related.

This is what comes of being past my sell by date.  On the doubleplusgood side though, we are still here, me and the Captain, and I appreciate the gift of life more and more every day.  Its all so interesting and so wonderful.  And I appreciate the Captain more and more too.  Spending lockdown with him has been great.  Not sure what he might have to say about this, so I am quickly going to lock my blogdoor and we will leave lockdown as a peaceful idyll.

I just found I had another lovely review for Waiting for Gordo" on good reads! I will probably blog it, as I am thrilled when people say they loved reading the books.


Saturday 6 November 2021

The Wetlands in Autumn - Goodbye to Terry



Wednesday began with the wonderful news that the 4 year old girl, kidnapped from her tent, has been found alive and well.  Cleo Smith was taken from a camping site in Western Australia where she and her parents were holidaying and was missing for 18 days.  The trauma of this will not quickly fade, but she is found and back home with her parents.

If only every such case could have such a positive ending.  Though I am looking forward to the earth as it will be be under the loving rule of the Kingdom of God, when there will be no-one left on the earth who would dream of hurting a child - or an animal - or anyone.

Thursday morning was spent making a chicken casserole (talking of hurting animals, though we do always try to buy free range organic... its such a difficult world at the moment).  And the afternoon was my 6 monthly check up at Rheumatology.  I am still clinging on to life, apparently.

Friday morning, after the meeting we had a short walk in the Wetland Trust.  They have a new aviary, the Coastal Creek, that you can walk through. There are notices outside warning that these birds are new and timid and so we are not to shout loudly or run around,  And there is also a notice asking us to be careful not to step on any birds.  So we obediently and carefully tiptoed round all the exotic wildfowl slumbering contentedly on the paths, saying, in hushed voices, that they did not look all that timid to us.

Credit to the staff at the Wetland - that they had settled in so well.

I, on the other hand, was rather nervous of the pelicans, at loose in the smaller lake.  I haven't really got over seeing one swallow a pigeon whole in St.James Park.  I don't think i would risk falling asleep while they were around.

The big lake has been drained (see Col's photo) as they are working on the Arundel Lagoon project.  So we had the Hide to ourselves, and saw a toad and a couple of herons. The toad, wisely, kept well out of the herons' way.  Though, once paradise is restored, they will be able to be friends again.

There was sad news too, as we heard that Terry had died.  We often used to see him at the Wetland Trust, have lunch with him there, and give him lifts to and fro. And in the days when they did the monthly talks, he, Jackie and the two of us used to go. Col chauffered us all, and Terry would buy us the coffee at the break.

He loved the natural world, the creation. He knew a lot about it - especially birds - and took some great photographs.  And he was a genuine nice guy.   So I do have hope that, when the time comes, God will wake him from the dreamless sleep of death and he will see this lovely earth again.

Its now Saturday morning and, depressingly, I am paying for that very short walk. The pain - in left leg and right hand (why hand?) - woke me up in the early hours and I am painkillered up and hoping it does not get any worse.  We have the meeting this morning and I will need to find a volunteer to partner me on Thursday night, as one of the elders rang yesterday to ask if I would stand in on the third part in the School, as the assignee had had to drop out.

I will also need to be able to get myself dressed if I am to appear on the Zoom camera.  Captain B left early for a days intensive SUSSAR training, looking very handsome in his rescue outfit, so I can't ask him to help.  I don't think getting me dressed would warrant a SUSSAR callout.  

https://www.sussar.org.uk/

Wednesday 3 November 2021

The Bonfire Came and Went



The Giant Bonfire on the Green on Saturday night, which would usually still be glowing embers on Monday morning, was extinguished by the very heavy rain on Sunday.  We didn't even watch the fireworks this year - though we certainly heard them!

The Glasgow Climate Summit began on the 1st and we are told we are one minute to midnight, climate-disaster wise.  Yet what, realistically, can these leaders, those who have turned up, do about it?  Talking of carbon footprints, quite a few of the delegates allegedly arrived by private jet.

At one time, would it even have seemed possible we could bring a whole planet to ruin, let alone the only one we have to live on?   Yet now doesn't it seem that, if we are left to ourselves, that is exactly what we will do?

But are we left to ourselves?   Two thousand years ago, Jehovah had a specific promise written down and preserved for us to this day. In it, he assures us that he will "bring to ruin those ruining the earth".  (Revelation 11:18)  And Jesus himself showed us while he was on the earth that, as the King of Jehovah's Kingdom, that he could control the natural elements.

When he calmed the storm on the Sea of Galilee, his disciples said: “What sort of person is this? Even the winds and the sea obey him.”   

https://www.jw.org/en/library/magazines/watchtower-no2-2021-may-jun/


We have both talked to our siblings on Zoom, and all seems well.  And Jacks seems to be keeping quite cheerful under the circumstances, as is Jean.   I had a chat with Bea of the North, and she is coping, as ever.  

My Glaucoma test results came back OK, for which I am thankful - very thankful.  I have two hospital appointments this month and the best I can hope for is that I am no worse.  Which is what I am hoping.