A quiet week here in the Quirky Museum, almost like treading water it seems. Some restoration things have stalled, or never even started and yet I still feel hopeful. This time it’s about health, faith, three yeas ago and we have been counting assistants once again!
Health
Truth be told, I am still feeling very drained after my last UTI and antibiotics. Even now my urine fluctuates between being nicely clear and then its like parsnip soup for a few days. Makes me think I continuously have a low level infection which sometimes flares up and then gets better on its own, only to return again. It is when I am really affected (shivering etc) that I turn to the Doctor.
Even though May is my favourite month in the year, I regret I haven’t been running or cycling at all, just through feeling so drained. My blood pressure is too high, in spite of the current medications and so I anticipate these being changed. I have to believe this is for the better, especially as the kidney consultant said, as a throw away remark, of being surprised I can run at all with the medications dilating my blood vessels so much.
Faith
These days I often find myself whispering a silent prayer along the lines of “God, why have you plonked us here in the village? Although we like it here, perhaps there’s a reason, something you have in mind for us?”.
We flit between attending our “own” church in Dunstable and joining the local faithful believers here in the village.
During the week I went to the annual parish meeting at the Anglican Church. Different people gave an account of what they had been doing, all hampered by COVID restrictions but stoically faithful; everything from bell ringing to church hall bookings, Messy Church through to required electrical work. The numbers are small, grey hair dominates but they are wise, modest and faithful. Additionally I was encouraged by the genuine openness, in contrast to the heavily protected “members only” vibe. In the village there is a willingness to listen, to take on board the needs of the people ~ this is expressed in a heartfelt way ~ and I appreciate it.
So this is all food for thought. I think wherever we go, there will always have to be some compromise and, moreover, a case of following where God wants us to be.
Three years ago….
I had come out of hospital, stunned at the situation that I’d found myself in, and handed my notice in at the blummin Council as I had decided to retire.
I remember that as a very difficult notice period. It was three months notice and it dragged on and on. One of the things which made it difficult was being (politely) told not to attend certain meetings and gradually handing things over.
It was not a happy job for me, in the blummin Council, switching careers in my 50s, to be perfectly frank, was too late. I no longer had that intellectual dexterity which I needed in my lofty position. I sometimes wonder if I should have stuck things out in the Probation Service and yet I was troubled by the mindset of the new privatised owners. It was all wrong, a disaster in fact, so at least the Government has seen the light and renationalised it. If I could honestly make a good contribution today, I would go back to work, but just for a short term project and absolutely no more.
Counting assistants strike again!
Last week we had the jolly old Police & Crime Commissioner elections, so Rachel and I went to be counting assistants once again in the blummin Council’s blummin marquee in the blummin car park.
All good fun, I feel a separate blog post coming on…..