Hello. Welcome one welcome all. I wish I could promise you something of value this week. It’s been too hot to do very much apart from go to work, come home, lie on the settee (preferably face down) and try and sleep through the night. We don’t have windows in the apartment – we have to leave the sliding doors open if we want any air, which I feel leaves us vulnerable to any passing serial killers. (HOH wisely points out that the serial killer would need to be a world class climber as we are two floors up). However, axe murderers not withstanding, we had to leave the doors open overnight. All went well until about 4.30 am, when the Dawn Chorus began. Except that, round here, our Dawn Chorus is provided by about one hundred seagulls who like to spend the early hours flying in circles above us, trying to outdo each other in the screaming department whilst trying to peck each other to death. It was like having one of the mass killing scenes from John Wick playing out over your head.
Not that I have ever seen John Wick obviously. Too much slashing with knives for my gentle sensibilities. We did watch a cartoon on the Disney Channel last night – Raya and the Last Dragon. Very good and about my limit at the moment. Mind you, Disney is a bit different these days. Apparently, they are about to show the entire Walking Dead series. It’s a far cry from the days when the nearest to violence Disney got was a cartoon King John pulling an arrow out of his hat. (Robin Hood – top movie).
AND on top of everything else, my feet have swelled up. I understand that, against everything else that is going on in the world at the moment, this is unlikely to even raise Ursula Von Der Leyen’s eyebrow but, it gets on my nerves. I can’t get shoes on and it’s unflattering. My grandma (I used to call her Big Gran – it was about her height rather that her wrestling name) had flaming red Rita Hayworth hair – I didn’t inherit that. She had startling green eyes – I didn’t get those. She had alabaster skin with tiny freckles – I didn’t get either of those. She had a propensity for ankles that swelled like tree trunks in the heat – guess what?
Or to use Aged Parent’s succinct summing up of the situation
You do remind me of your Big Gran but you got none of her good points did you? Just her rotten legs.
Despite all my travails, we made it to church this morning. One of the leadership team was leaving – nothing I said I don’t think. She’s called Deacon Linda. Is it a Methodist thing to address people by their titles this way? If I’m completely honest I feel it sounds a bit Handmaid’s Tale but she probably worked hard to get the title so fair play really. Also, I’m never really that comfortable when senior members of the clergy say “Hey! Just call me Steve!” They never mean it.
Anyway, for Deacon Linda’s final sermon she spoke on the really famous passage from Jeremiah 29
I know what I’m doing. I have it all planned out—plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for.
“When you call on me, when you come and pray to me, I’ll listen.
“When you come looking for me, you’ll find me.
I think sometimes when a passage is really famous, we can just read it, nod our heads sagely and miss it a bit. We have had a few struggles here at Martha Towers. Aged Parent is moving to a different stage in the dementia journey and, though I had hoped that this might mean her standing in front of a full length mirror in a flapper dress, twirling round and generally being happy in her world, this does not seem to be the case. In reality, it involves paranoia, distress and lashing out – primarily at me. This can be all the more difficult because we have never been particularly close – she always preferred my brother and this makes for trying times. It was therefore a huge comfort to read famous – but no less true – promises about plans and security and a God who listens.
Have a good week. And thank you for listening too.