Greetings from
After several days of clouds and much needed rain, the sun has come out again and the temperature is rising. It seems more like Rustenburg again! Fortunately, all of the water that went into the ground will do a lot of good for some time, even with the return of sunny weather.
I did the second of the ‘Fresh Bread’ teachings in Rustenburg Presbyterian Church on Sunday, to a sanctuary more than normally full. There was also a baptism that day, with lots of relatives there for the occasion. One of the visitors did give me a nice compliment on the teaching, so at least SOME of them were there for church as well as the special occasion.
I was hoping to have pictures for this email of the
rising of Erton’s tent, but that event
has not yet occurred. Time estimates in
Now, having announced my intention, I shall immediately make an exception! In this case, however, I think there is actually high reliability that my first cataract surgery, scheduled for Monday, will actually happen. Today I got the cash to pay for it out of the bank (sometimes international banking seems almost miraculous: US bank account --> South African Rand in just a few minutes), and everything is set as far as I know – well, except transport to the hospital. I have to be there at 6am, and at this point it appears that I will be walking there. I do have offers for a lift home, which is far more important than having one to get there. A brisk half hour stroll at sunrise might be just the thing to prepare for the procedure. In fact, this could become common practice worldwide, assuming everything goes well.
I have begun private counseling again, but moved the
venue to the church. Erton comes and goes, and it isn’t wise to be counseling a
woman here and then find that we are in the house alone. On the last
The only other news that springs to mind is that I have now been regularly going to the gym with Rev. Ruth for two weeks, and I am enjoying it very much. So far I have been pleasantly surprised how well things are going, and also at my restraint. In the past it has usually seemed good to me to pretend that I am much younger and stronger than I really am, and then hurt myself acting out the fantasy. Maturity sometimes comes slowly, but it comes. I hope.
Hopefully next week I shall be able to resume adorning these messages with photographs of stunning beauty. But, until then . . .
Love from
Lary
P.S. Breaking news – I have now been offered a lift for Monday morning’s trip to the hospital. I like it, but hope that this is not the death of a medical breakthrough.