Shepherd's Warning

On the first Saturday of the year the sun rose in a deep rose pink band above the Channel - you could see where it was going to make its appearance.  And, as the rhyme says:  Red sky in the morning, shepherd's warning,  but I forgot to note if the price of wool dropped steeply that day.

I thought I would look for a sheep photo from the Captain's Gallery to head this blog and you will now be able to see if I found one.

My "good" shoulder is still painful and I am having to hit the paracetamol.  Monday was the Zoom session with the siblings, all seems well - we have all made it into 2025!  Thank God.  And we even saw Darren briefly, as he is staying at Lilac Tree for a few days.  We haven't seen him since his brother Shaun's funeral. A very very sad occasion.

And thinking of Shaun has, of course, made me think of Jehovah's repeated promise of the resurrection.  He assures us, in the Book of Daniel, that "many of those asleep in the dust of the ground will wake up".

I hope so much Shaun will be among them.  But God will not wake the dead until the whole earth is at peace under the loving rule of the Kingdom of God.

I spent part of Tuesday morning in a Zoom session with two of my sisters - which was very encouraging. No snow down here as yet, but it is definitely cold, though not as cold as it should be in midWinter.  The Captain left very early on Tuesday for his stint as a detectorist on a local archeological site.  He had some good finds too.  Though he could only bring them home in photo form of course.  And in the evening I had a video conference with some of my fellow Fantastic Book Authors. We hope to start meeting regularly to encourage each other and to (hopefully) help us to sell some books.

Apparently it is better for us, and the publisher, if people buy our books in Kindle form. Which makes me wonder if I too ought to have a Kindle.  It would have been great in our travelling days, for sure.

It was my Annual Health Review on Wednesday. Oh dear. The poor nurse had terrible problems getting the two vials of blood they apparently needed out of my wrist and hand - my arms can no longer cope with blood tests.  But, on the doubleplusgood side, my foot test was fine.  My feet have not yet fallen off, and they still work (after a fashion). And I am grateful for that.  But also look forward to the moment when no resident of the earth will say "I am sick".

The rain that was falling when we set off to the bank on Wednesday afternoon had turned to snow by the time we set off back for home.

No snow this morning however, and hopefully no icy roads, as Col and Jim left in the darkness for The Current Field.  In fact, now, at 9:30, the sun is shining in, warming up our living rooms.