Friday, 28 July 2017
This was the view from our back garden yesterday about 6pm.
Thunder had started rumbling in the distance half and hour earlier getting nearer and nearer...
.....then this happened....
Last Saturday husband and I had donned our waterproofs and taken a walk by the sea, through the dunes alongside the marsh.
The clouds were an incredible sight
(I love clouds)
As you can see, my waterproof coat is very long.
As we walked past a small boy (about five or six) out with his younger sister and Father, we heard him ask:-
"Is that Darth Vader?"
I turned round and pulled a face at him and then laughed.
Father was so apologetic and the little boy was still not sure if I was friendly or not.
Made our day and we laughed about it on the way home.
Later I sent the photo to my youngest grandchild to see what she thought.
At age seven and three quarters she is very knowledgeable about such things :)
She agreed that I did look a little like "Darth Vader's wife" and now I am known as Granny Vader.
Friday, 7 July 2017
Once again we took a Saturday walk to visit another cafe that is new to us....this one is in what once was public toilets.
The cafe is small and when we got there , no room to sit inside, so we sat out...
Not an ideal location either
Unfortunately, though the cake was tasty, if expensive, the coffee was not.
It was very bitter and the milk was 'off'
No matter, all part of our quest to visit as many small independent cafes before the end of the year.
Tuesday is my day for joining my daughter as she walks the dogs.
We tend to call in at this local park for the dogs to run and chase the ball.
It has an 'activity area' for older children...and a nearly seventy year old woman...
I love the zip wire and each week I zoom along several times.
This week, I got my daughter to video me so I could share with my son and daughter who are miles away and have no idea what their aged parent gets up to...
It is such fun...
Monday, 26 June 2017
Way back in November last year I shared how we had discovered this small wood hidden behind houses in the middle of a housing estate.
We have returned several times since then as the seasons change.
We took refuge from the heat this Saturday and found ourselves serenaded by this chorus of birds in the tree tops...
so thought I would share it with you..
Apologies for the sudden appearance of my husband, not once , but twice!
If you listen carefully you can hear the buzzing of a large bee as it decided to come to rest on the hand holding the camera...and me blowing it away.
Then later on in the evening, as I sat , catching up on "NCIS New Orleans" I was captivated by the shadows the tree in the front garden was casting on the side board...
...what do you think? Rather magical isn't it?
Saturday, 17 June 2017
This is what our local paper said today........
Iced Latte for the husband and Iced Cappuchino for me...
Sundried Tomato and Mozzarella Panini for him...
....this huge Beetroot and Falafel Salad for me.
Followed by a slow stroll to the less busy end of the beach for an ice cream...
........ and two very unflattering photos of myself that husband sneakily took...
I am wearing my unglamourous "cataract sunglasses" as advised by my optician.
They fit over my regular glasses, and despite looking very unattractive , stop my eyes hurting in sunlight
All this is on our doorstep and a place we regularly visit.
Another hot bus ride home to be greeted by a rather grumpy cat who hates hot weather
and putting the kettle on for a welcome cuppa.
My shoes were full of sand
Thursday, 15 June 2017
I have , what my husband calls "an annoying habit"....I talk to people I don't know!
If I am in a queue, or at the bus stop , or sitting next to someone on the bus, I have this tendency to start a conversation.
This has resulted in some interesting discussion, both light and frivolous and deep and meaningful.
One such "deep and meaningful" conversation happened at the bus stop on Monday.
Had just missed my bus so had thirteen minutes to wait. Was soon joined by someone I vaguely knew to speak to as they live round the corner from us.
They knew I went to the Baptist Church and that we believe in the need to be 'born again' which I was asked about .
Then out of the blue, this was dropped into the conversation....
" Why does the gospel offend so many people?"
That made me think.
As usually happened I thought of a better answer when I got home and had time to sit and think!
Why does the gospel appear to be so distasteful, so offensive? It is mostly off putting to people who feel they have everything, materially, socially, career wise. People who believe that they are entitled to all they 'have' .
The gospel sounds like a tragedy: die to yourself and you'll live.
Salvation sounds like bad news: we are saved not because we are brave, clean and reverent; but because we are dead and our life is hid with Christ in God.
Salvation has nothing to do with turning 'bad men' into 'good men' but 'dead men' into living men.
You can see why the good news of salvation is offensive to those who think they 'have it all'...it doesn't apply to them does it?
The good news of the gospel only applies to those who recognise that they are 'losers', be it rich folk, poor folk and all those in between.
Each must consider himself a loser if he wants a seat at the King's banquet:-
Luke 14:16-24 New International Version (NIV)
16 Jesus replied: “A certain man was preparing a great banquet and invited many guests. 17 At the time of the banquet he sent his servant to tell those who had been invited, ‘Come, for everything is now ready.’
18 “But they all alike began to make excuses. The first said, ‘I have just bought a field, and I must go and see it. Please excuse me.’
19 “Another said, ‘I have just bought five yoke of oxen, and I’m on my way to try them out. Please excuse me.’
20 “Still another said, ‘I just got married, so I can’t come.’
21 “The servant came back and reported this to his master. Then the owner of the house became angry and ordered his servant, ‘Go out quickly into the streets and alleys of the town and bring in the poor, the crippled, the blind and the lame.’
22 “‘Sir,’ the servant said, ‘what you ordered has been done, but there is still room.’
23 “Then the master told his servant, ‘Go out to the roads and country lanes and compel them to come in, so that my house will be full. 24 I tell you, not one of those who were invited will get a taste of my banquet.’”
The price of salvation is high, and yes, we should sit down and count the cost. But when the counting is done there is that absolute certainty that everything we have as a born again believer is exactly the right price for a seat at the banquet.
All you have to be is a certified loser and God will send His servant Jesus to positively drag you into His House.
Be like the yellow duckling I came across recently, who looks nothing like his siblings, no idea why.........and stand out from the crowd.
Wednesday, 24 May 2017
This email appeared in my in box a few days ago....exciting!!!!
(Elsie Joy Barker is my name at birth...but have always been called Joy or EJ)
Three months ago my eldest daughter presented me with a Ancestry DNA kit, so that the result would hopefully, arrive in time for my birthday...which is in six days time....
She had her DNA analysed at the beginning of the year with some surprising and very interesting results.
My children have a West Indian Father which accounted for the very diverse results.
Was not expecting any surprises in my DNA results, apart from the Irish and French Grandmother's.
This is what my results are:---
So where did the Scandinavian connection come from I wonder??
We knew from the extensive research done on the family tree of both my parents lineage that no one had moved far from the Derbyshire/Nottinghamshire/Leicestershire area; so no surprises there .
The most exciting thing though is that there are four confirmed third cousin DNA matches, and six fourth cousin DNA matches.
The Ancestry.co.uk web site allows me to send messages to these cousins who are anonymous. It is up to them if they wish to make contact.
I do hope some one does, don't you?
Now my other daughter wants to get her DNA done just to see if she has any Irish blood, as none showed up in her sister.
Long time since I did DNA mapping in Human Biology classes so am not 100% sure how the links are formed.
Happy Birthday indeed
Tuesday, 9 May 2017
I 'suffer' from an auto immune disease called Polymyalgia Rheumatica, it is not life threatening, just blooming annoying.
It comes and goes, triggered by a trauma or incidence of excessive stress.
I have been in remission for just over six years ...until now.
If you remember, last May I had the fall that damaged my knee, that was the trigger for this relapse.
As my Rheumatologist reminds me "PMR takes a year to cook"...
....then there is a "year, or eighteen months of hell"...
....followed by a "year of tapering off" before it fades into the background again.
(If you have PMR for longer then it is Fibromyalgia. They are similar in symptoms but with distinct, notable differences)
Well, I have had my year of "cooking" now I prepare myself for the year ahead.
Having been here before so know what to expect and will weather the storm without the offered medication. As always I refuse the mega doses of steroids to take for two years minimum, or the offer of Methotrexate.
Am used to living with chronic pain so this just takes it up a notch, it is the limited mobility that annoys! So will just get the walking stick out of moth balls ready for use and carry on.
And get to visit my rheumatologist more often...Thursday this week again.
The photos are off a walk my husband took two weeks ago to see the Bluebells in the wood.
We were a week late really as they were just past their best, but uplifting to the soul none the less.
This fallen branch was covered in a velvety moss that was wonderful to the touch.
Hoping some one somewhere is having warmer weather than we are in the UK...it is mighty chilly and extremely windy......brrrrr