“The RoseBouquet”

As I more or less expected, the Conservatives won a minority government again last Tuesday. Hopefully they will use their power wisely.

Saturday evening I took a meal of venison and mashed potatoes, mixed vegetables, and pears for dessert to my brother Tom’s apartment, and we had our Thanksgiving meal together.

He also showed me part of a DVD he had ordered, about how childhood traumas and abuse affect the human brain and create a permanent change in personality. It made sense, so I encouraged him to study that. He prefers visual learning, whereas I can pick things up faster if I read - at my own pace. So he loaned me the two books that came with his DVDs.

Sunday turned out to be a very sociable day. I was invited for lunch to the Stobbes after church. Then I went down the hall, (while they had a nap) to see a woman whom I had interviewed for her testimony a few weeks back. We needed to go over it and do some editing together. At 3 pm we joined some other residents in that condo building for a little worship service, at which some of us Western Tract Mission people were to give reports, and Joe sang solos in his rich tenor voice. Oh, he also preached a short devotional message.

After it was over and I had met several dear, sweet elderly ladies, I went back to my new friend’s apartment, and we just kept on visiting and finding more and more things in common. It was dark before I realized that I really ought to take my leave and go home. But not before Marilyn loaded me down with a bag full of this and that gifts.

Poor Snowflake always scolds me when I come in, and he sure sounded like Mom did when I came in much later than she’d expected. It was a long day alone for him, and though he sleeps away more hours than he used to, he always gives me an angry “What for…!” when I come home. (That’s my guess because I don’t understand the Catese language).