The Thistles of July

Yesterday we went to Pagham Harbour and I managed to totter as far as a seat in the little reserve near the carpark and do my studying - Ezekiel - with the lushness of July all round me, and butterflies flying right by my face.  Enjoying the Games.  Bea sent me a bell - we have a bell joke going - and its my blood tests today and the meeting tonight.

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The Opening Ceremony

Jackie came over for chile on Saturday night and we had our usual lovely evening. She is such good company.   I managed to drive myself to the Hall on Sunday, to a wonderful meeting, but am paying for it knee and ankle wise today. Have to totter off for a hospital appointment - the Lung lady - this afternoon.

I must be costing the poor old NHS a fortune, and when the government decides on a patient cull, I fear I will be top of the list.

The Olympics have started. And we watched the Opening Ceremony on Friday.  What to think about it?    I had expected to be bored, and carry on reading my book.  I am re-reading Agatha Christie at the moment - even when I can remember who did it, I can't remember how or why, or see how their alibi can be broken.   But the Ceremony did grab me.  An amazing spectacle.  And brilliantly organised.  It could all have gone horribly, spectacularly wrong.   However, I find myself agreeing with Melanie Phillips in the on-line mail today.  She says: In the attempt to convey just this, Boyle succeeded brilliantly. Beijing this most definitely was not. 
This was the very antithesis of that regimented display of synchronised  subservience. This was patriotism at its most quirky, shot through with surrealist humour and manic energy. 
But it was "dripping with Political Correctness" (Melanie's description), and "sentimentality" (Melanie, again).  Much as I loved the lindyhopping nurses and the child patients dancing in their beds, it was hard not to think of two recent cases in which patients died of thirst while in hospital - one young, one old.  That is a failure of nursing at such a basic level, it suggests something terminally wrong with the whole system.  And I suppose I, a now elderly child of the post war baby boom years, must acknowledge being part of the problem.

And did the Ceremony make us forget that all round us were armed soldiers, rocket launchers on rooftops, unthinkable levels of security?  

I did enjoy the Queen parachuting in, and Mr.Bean. Although I thought there should have been two tiny parachutes for the corgis.

I enjoyed it, but to me it well pictured where we are in the stream of time - very near the end of this current system of things on the earth.  It is the darkest hour before the dawn.

“‘I, Jesus, sent my angel to bear witness to you people of these things for the congregations. I am the root and the offspring of David, and the bright morning star.’”

When the bright morning star rises up, he will put an end to the time when "man has dominated man to his injury", and restore the earth to Paradise.  Then our dead loved ones will wake up from the sleep of death, into a world more lovely than they knew it could be.

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Two Thousand Years of Happy Memories

Col drove us to Kithurst Hill this morning, very early. He wanted me to see the meadow full of Chalkhill Blues. But, and here is a sad landmark, I could no longer reach the meadow.  I managed to stagger as far as the flower filled verge, where I sat on our new chair and waited while Col disappeared down into the meadow and photographed.  Then he came back and got me and I staggered back to the car park and sat in the car while he did another 20 mins photographs.

I did my studying, out there, in the loveliness of the summer creation. And I thought, as I always think at the Hill, of Col and me maybe going there two thousand years from now.  Life "to time indefinite" in the restored earthly Paradise is an undeserved kindness, so we can hope.  Will it all be forest then, or will we have preserved the downland?   Surely there will be no carpark needed?   And I wonder, as I always do, will we think of how we used to come here, back in the days of imperfection, when Satan ruled all the kingdoms of the world?

With almost two thousand years of happy memories behind us, maybe we won't.

Jacks is coming for supper tomorrow - hurray - and I have decided to make us a chile.  A beef chile.  I have a recipe i learnt at a Tex Mex cookery class in the Land of Expat many years ago.  Its always turned out well, but the secret is to make it the day before.  So Captain B says he will come back early, with the beef, and we will go to the supermarket for the rest.  Hopefully I will cook it this evening and make the small small things to go with it on Saturday.  Ice cream and a cheese plate for afterwards I think.

An evening with Jackie, and an afternoon with my siblings at the Bognor Regis Kingdom Hall are going to be the best medicine for me.

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A Moaning Minnie

I don't think I'm brave enough to have arthritis.  I am too much of a wimp.  My mother was heroic and stoical about it.  How will I be, with my backbone of solid custard?  Anyway, I await diagnosis of my current problems which will take a couple of weeks I think.  Col is so lovely. He took me to the Hall last night and picked me up.  And it was wonderful to be at the meeting, to hear the teaching, to be with my siblings.   I was supposed to be out on the work both morning and afternoon today. But, the plans of mice and men...  although did I just see a pair of mice toiling up the road with their Bibles and Watchtower magazines?

Hurray for them, if so.

So what i must do, apart from resting my legs and trying to get the swelling down, and studying, and at least some housework, is to try to do some witnessing via the internet. The Bible's message is so important, so urgent.  Jesus compared the days we live in now to the days of Noah, before the flood.

Col and Mark are off chasing the wild butterfly herds in Hampshire. And my big adventure for the day was tottering out onto the balcony with books and a cup of tea, and doing my studying while looking out over one of Jehovah's grand creations, the beautiful English Channel, and getting my dose of sunshine.

From which you will deduce that it is another sunny day here by the English Channel.

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The Diary of a Nobody

Its evening, and the sun is going down.  The sky, as it meets The Channel, is a pale mushroomy pink, and the sea is a light, bright, tender blue - and its calm.  The tide is going out.  

By the time Col got out to photograph the sunset, the colours had changed, the pink and the blue had swapped round.


Today this is the Diary of a Nobody Doing Nothing.  We did shop - went to our amazing new garden centre and found a folding chair that might enable me to go out with the Captain on some of his Butterfly expeditions.  And I did my studying on the balcony - and got some sunshine. And made us lunch and tea.  But that is pretty much it.  Oh, and Wit emailed me from Holland with some more questions about the Bible.  And I sent him the answers.

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Poppies

I have missed the lushness of summer so far - when we have had it that is - as I haven't been able to go out on any of these expeditions this year.  Is this permanent, or will I come back on line?  I miss my trips to Kithurst Hill.

We had supper at Jacks last night - smoked salmon, lasagne, salad, cheesecake, cheese - our usual lovely evening.

IF I can keep myself moving i hope have a busy week in the truth coming up. Field service with Audrey on Tuesday and Saturday, on the Bible study Thursday morning, and out with a young pioneer sister on Thursday afternoon.  We all, the seven million plus of us in the worldwide congregations, got another powerful reminder of the urgency of the preaching work today.  "Do we appreciate that this is the time for us to apply ourselves even more zealously to sounding out the entreaty: "Become reconciled to God"? 2 Cor.5:20

And our Watchtower study reminded us that Jesus compared the days we are living in now to the days of Noah.

While we were looking through Col's photos for the day, I mistook a tortoiseshell butterfly for a peacock -  a peacock butterfly, not a peacock bird!   Captain Butterfly is still in shock.  The Butterfly Board will probably have to impeach me and remove me as Membership Secretary.  "At least I knew it was a butterfly" doesn't seem to cut it.

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To the Dentist

For my six month check up & clean.  In Expatistan it used to take 40 to 50 minutes.  Here it takes about 5. However, it is cheaper here than it was the world of Expat.  Although you didn't notice the pain of payment back then as the Company simply deducted it from your paycheck.  Anyway, the thing is that I got a clean bill of dental health - even from the x rays (which he surprised me by doing).  There is some bone loss, but not bad... for my age (the last three words tactfully left unspoken by nice young dentist).

And it always starts the same:

Dentist:  "How are you, Mrs Captain Butterfly?"
Me:        "Fine. Can I go now?" (making a run for the door).

However, I can no longer run fast enough so I have to have the dental.

Nothing else at all planned for the day, which is great as I feel so tired.  A bit of studying, a bit of daytime TV watching - will Thomas the Tank Engine get those choc ices to the seas-side in time for the children's picnic? Or won't he?  I can't wait to find out.

Don't like to think about the looming Olympics.   For one thing, if it is necessary to have rocket launchers on roofs to protect the thing, is it time to call it a day?

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