Miss Bea

I never thought I’d feel this way, or say it. It’s almost too much for me to keep up with. FB gets a cursory glance, and, here, I read until my brain is chattering at me. 
To be blunt, it is hard to keep up with our site, and keep on my toes, with studying and service. 
Here, I just don’t have time to read it all. I suppose, eventually, I will, but not today!

We have a storm moving in, from Ałaska. 
The weather people are giving dire warnings. Lots of snow and wind. (Tornado like winds) Lots. We live on a hill. I cannot and do not drive in snow. 
Iʼd already decided to Zoom the meeting tomorrow. We got notice this evening that the meeting will be Zoom, for all of us. 
There is a group of 4 of us sisters who do hospitality. When scheduled. We are scheduled for hospitality this Sunday. 
It’s iffy for me. They do not clear the snow off our roads. We are on our own. Sometimes we are snowed in for days. 
Then someone from the tribe will show up. Either to check on us, or bring us supplies. Depending on how long we have been snow bound. 
They come up, break tracks for us, then we can think about getting off the hill. 
We are as prepared as we can be.

It is all in the attitude. 

Husband: “I have two crowns on the back of my head”.

Wife: thinking Thinking…

Wife: They are not, “crowns”, but, “cow-licks”.

Husband: “I donʼt call them, cow-licks. I call them crowns”.

Thus begins my day…

Old age can be challenging. Last friday, Sid and i were out scoping for rocks. Flat rocks for a walk way. 
I spot, he does the rest of the chore. Its something we enjoy.

I was on flat groud. I did not pay enough attention to where to put my feet. (I had my walking stick, um, in the truck) The ground was flat, with a big rock here and there. Somehowʼ i lost my balance, started to fall, but blocked myself. (Big mistake.) Friends, I sprained my hip! As in, “sometimes a sprain is worse then a break”. Sid found he could not carry me. He moved the truck as close to me as possible. And, eventually, i was able to get in the truck. 
But, i had to sit on the running board, (yes, we have one on the truck. It pops out when the door is opened. I sat on the running board, trying to catch my breathe, and was literally going in and out of consciousness, from the pain, as i sat there. 
Got me in the truck, and, off to the hospital, some 2 and 1/2 hour trip. 
I had mobility, but, very painful mobility. 
I seriously prayed my hip was not broken. Really bad news for an 80 year old youngster! 
An X-Ray and a CT scan later, nothing broken. My right leg was useless. We have crutches and a walker here at home. After falling a couple of times, i learned how to walk, sort of. 
I am healing. Dr. says it will be a month, and, i will be my old,(old, old) self. I can walk, sort of dragging my leg along. I can get up and down the stairs. I’m still in pain, but I feel it’s manageable. (They gave me all sorts if medications. For pain, muscle spams, and inflammation, etc)

Iʼve Zoomed a couple of meetings. And, plan to go Sunday. The spasms are gone. Now it hurts, for the most time, just when i move. 
Sid has been steller in taking care of meʼ, and doing everything in the house. I am being very good taken care of. And, i thank Jehovah for that fact. 
I am constantly challenging myself. I move around, and do what i can. One gets really weak, fast, not moving around. 
Watch out for falling, friends. I thought i was. Learned a lesson. I did. 

Grounding. I’m hanging in there, still. I can still rake leaves, and work in the yard. Barefoot. 
I’ve made some adjustments. I have a pair of shoes that enable you to still, “ground”. I have sort of sissy feet. I take the dog for a walk in these shoes. And they are good for rock ground.
I also bought a grounding mat. I put it where my legs and feet are, in bed. No more restless legs. And my insomnia? It’s on the run. I get sleepy like normal people. 
That means I go to sleep, early, (for me) and wake up early. (For me) And, no sleeping pills! 
It’s been interesting. I’ve always believed that we fuss over ourselves too much. Weather wise. 

I’m comfortable raking leaves, with the ground wet, and barefooted. 
When it starts to frost, it will be another story. 
I don’t dare my immune system. If I feel like some unhealthy thing is nagging at my system, I honor it. Generally with something to boost my immune system. 
But, I’m really goi g to try to expose myself to the earth. It might get touch and go, as the winter plods along. 
Sleeping and no more restless legs are just the two things I have noticed. 
I suspect there are other things that I can’t quantify, happening to my body…
Well worth it!

Came upon a new word yesterday. “Mensch”. A brother and sister were in the cart work. They spend 45 minutes at the cart, and 45 minutes, striking up conversations at a nearby mall.

They came across a fellow that had lime green in his shoes. The sister commented, and, thus a conversation was started. 

He was a Jew. 

The fellow apparently asked why they were dressed as they were. They explained they were Jehovah’s Witnesses, and a bit about our work. Jehovah’s Wittnesses? You people are, “mensch”.

If you look up that word, you will smile.

Just got back from the assembly. As usual,  loved it. But one of the experiences…and from a dear friend. I donʼt remember which talk, but her experience. He unbelieving   husband husband is retired from law enforcement. 
(This happened years ago)
While she was out in the ministry, he came upon her car group. Turned his cop lignts on, pulled them over, and told her to get herself home. 
“Wheres the car?”

“At the hall.”

“Well, go get it and come home”. 
He has softened. I sat there at one of our quick builds, with him at our lunch table. (It was snowing, and he drove her to the quick build, with some of the food sheʼd prepared.) 
There he sat. My heart was in a wonderous state. 
Then, one time, I left my rig at their płace, (Assembły time) Itʼs white, and i live on a dirt road.) 
I brought it home, spotless. 
Another time, i went to a wine tasting event on the coast. Came home to, yes, a washed car. 

I love on a dirt road…

That time the brother told me, “I couldnʼt wash your feet, so i washed your car”. The brother was an elder. 

Yes, we live just this side of paradise. 

This happened yesterday. We are having heating problems at the hall. As the meeting started, here came a sister, with an electric blanket she had heated up for us three, (well, two), older sisters,  and gifted us with a warm blanket,  (it was a smaller blanket her son gifted her with) 

And, there we sat, all toasty. With whatever we brougnt in the first płace to keep warm. 
Can it get any better?

Well, I’m on to a new adventure. Grounding!

Update…Iʼve had insommia, litterally for years. Iʼve used pills, patches, chamomille tea. You name it. My brain just wonʼt shut down. 
Wełł, last night, I had a unique experience. I actually got sleepy! Starting around 9 oʼclock.
I honored the feeling. Went to sleep around 10. (Last week, i was actually awake until 5 AM. And, ałmost did the same thing the next night) I tell myself, “If i can get 2 hours sleep, Iʼm okay)

Woke up early. 6:45, actually feeling good! 
Iʼm hooked!♥️♥️♥️

Something totally precious happened at the meeting last night. It was during the wrap-up of the congregation book study. I was sitting there, big smile on my face, totally agreeing with the answer, being said. (We had only 16 there at the meeting). 
The conductor, (whom I have a picture of him asleep in my arms at an assembly, long ago) called on me, and my hand wasn’t up.

I admitted I didn’t know the question, (laughter) and, yes, I managed an answer.  It was on how we can prepare for what’s coming up. 
Times to wrap my heart around!♥️❤️💜

Well, I’m on to a new adventure. Grounding!

Mini nighmare time. My keyboard on my elderly iPad is in a split mode. Please help me discipline the thing

I am having such a hard time. I just got back from the meeting. One of our sisters has a son at Bethel. He sent her a way to see that meeting. I am bubbling over with fantastic news. Only to know, this is not really, really public yet. I’m on page 6 of the annual meeting thread…

I fell asleep during the meeting today. Not nodded off. Went to sleep! A good half an hour. 
The WT Conductor came and checked on me. He said, “Good. I was worried about you being depressed”. 
Several came and made sure I was okay. No comments from Bea today. 
I was sitting next to a good friend. She said she got sleepy, and realized I was asleep, and had to stay awake to make sure I didn’t fall over. 
Know how you feel refreshed after a nap? I was that asleep! 
I’m thinking about old people. Yes, old people, and how I viewed them when I was younger. 
Curious. Here I am. Next. b’day, I will be 80. My memory is touch and go. I’ve lost some of my strength, but, I still can work hard in the garden, and outside. I don’t pick my feet up as I should. (We have stairs. They remind me once in a while.) 
And, wisdom? Got to think on that one?

(No, I did not snore. For which I’m thankful. I think my good friend would not have allowed that!

We just got a Tesla system, 2 batteries.  (The batteries a grant, plus 7 panels, we bought. We made 1.5 kWh from the solar.used 3.7 hours on the power wall , and .02 from the grid. 1.5 from solar and 2 kWh from the power wall. I think.if these numbers don’t drive me crazy. An app tells us what’s going on. 
We  normally use 8 kWh a day for the house. The battery can make 8 kWh a day. 
This makes sense, eventually. I think. 

I would like to listen to, “Draw Close to Jehovah”. How can I manage that? Please. 
I’m starting to recognize the talks from the conventions. (Though the last talk on Sunday never gets old!) The Dramas, been that way for years. 
I lost my app that downloads the current WT’s, so I can’t automatically listen to them. 
So, this, I want to be my next mental adventure! 
Right now, I’m listening to the Dramatic Bible Readings. (I think these are my favorites)

I woke up to Noah preparing the ark, and all that entailed, Saturday morning. 

I listen to the current postings on JW.org. But, that is a stopgap. I want to see them! 
My mind does not behave like I want it to. I feel like I always need to have it busy. Always. 
TV? Bad for me. Most of what my husband watches I’d reality shows. Gold Digging, Homestead Rescues, oh, and that vet show from Colorado. 
I have to make myself try to actually watch it. (I at least want to be playing Scrabble on the iPad) 

Oh, and I love listening to our current bible reading. 
I’m retired, but my mind isn’t!

Oh, this is not impressive. It’s sort of how I keep sane!

In reality, it’s nervousness. I’ve been that way since I was a kid. (Sitting at the table, reading cereal boxes) 

We didn’t have a lot, as a kid, but we did have a “How and Why”, set of books. Have you any idea how much I enjoyed them? I still can smell the pages. (We also had a beautiful set of encyclopedia, Britinnica(?) Untouched, as our house burned down. That was for our future. 
I also took piano lessons.

Then my Dad died. 
I became an unwanted step-kid.

Can you imagine how much I am looking forward to that first hug?

I just listened to an older talk by brother Sydlick(?) I think it was an hour and a half long. Point is, I really, really enjoy these older talks.

Yes, I love the talks on our website. I think I’m about caught up with them. 
There used to be a way to meander through many, many of them. Some of them still bring back fond memories. Is there any way to still access some of them? 
This one I listened to was on utube, and a reference from this site. 
Just wondering💐

Is anyone out there as sick of snow as I am? Zoom meeting tomorrow, and grateful for it!

Well, it happened. Our dear brother died. It was like he was a part of my DNA. I’m full of cherished memories. And so grateful.

His dear wife can start to heal. Jehovah just had his arms around her. He had cancer all over. I can still hear him saying, “I have a cough worse than Bea Nix.” (I’m known for a dramatic cough of unknown origin)  

He was a center of our congregation. I told his wife, “He grounded me”. And, that he did!

Add to broken hearts, he was of the anointed. Talk about conflicted. We knew we’d loose him, but just how.

This is a special, unique thing I may never experience in my life again. And, yes, Jehovah will help us all to heal😓

Help. My last post, and this is typed, using a keyboard on my iPad, less then 2 inches square. I don’t know how it happened, and I can’t undo it!🤪

We are back to our wonderful Wednesday, after service, lunches. For me, they have changed a bit. I’m soon to be 79. The tribe brings us lunch, and dinner, on Wednesday’s. 
So I, no cook, on Wednesdays. 
I used to bring a main dish. Well, now, I bring myself, and something interesting to drink. Yesterday, I brought milk(whole) and Aztec Hot Chocolate. 
One of our dear sisters came in, spied the hot chocolate, and, put it in her coffee! The hot scale. She registered it a 7. It’s actually a 3.

We have such fun!

Okay. We don’t brag, except in Jehovah. I recognize that. We are a small congregation. Right now, probably less then 30 active publishers. 
Went in service this morning. (This community is suffering right now, maybe directly, from forest fires, or indirectly, from smoke from the forest fires. Lots of us have air purifiers going right now)

(You know me, back to my initial thought)

This morning in service, maybe 10 or so, we had a sister from Ireland, a sister, in France, and a brother, originally from Angola, but, now in France. And, our cohost, eventually, is a very dear brother in Brazil. 
I know how this chain of events happened, that we just get bouquets from Jehovah, in the form of his international people.

Our little congregation❤️♥️💜

Oh, it looks like I’m suffering from, “stable angina”. The clinic is doing wonderful things for me. The nurse i talked to yesterday, (Doing all I can to avoid that ambulance) did not know my face, but he trained the staff to do my job, when I retired.. In the middle of this mess,   It was so good to hear, “Your the one that kept the clinic open for many years.”

I think he thinks I’m more educated then I am. I didn’t bother to tell him, “all I have is a driver’s license”. No formal medical training at all. 
But he listened to me, I’m going to do what they would do if I went to the hospital. A stress test. STAT. 
It’s wonderful to know the ones taking care of you medically, actually know and care about you as an individual.

I don’t have symptoms today. I had nitroglycerin here. Outdated, but unopened. I took two pills,(as directed) and, lo and behold, here I am, today. 
One thankful person. Who loves Jehovah and, you dear friends, very much💜♥️❤️

I have been on an adventure. I fell out of bed. Yes, a curious thing. As my head hit the floor, the angle was so precarious I was thankful my neck didn’t break. That’s what I thought as my head hit the floor. Not good. 
Later in the day, in front of 3 people, I flat out fainted. As in, standing up one moment, on the deck the next. My head got another, “bonk”. 
Merited me a trip, out town, in an ambulance. An hour and a half sojourn. 
Sort of pathetic situation. No hospital rooms here. Three hours away, east, or south. And, they would have sent me! If I needed a hospital room.
Got all my tests, and I apparently looked better, cause the doctor said I could go home. According to hospital records, grim. They are ruling out heart failure, breast cancer, and a hiatal hernia. (With a surgeon running around with a scalpel in his hind pocket, drumming up business.)
My theory, (bit of a learning curve here, albiet, a tad late in the game.) The doctor that called the ambulance on me started, unceremoniously quizzing me on my, um, water intake. I had a hard time scrounging up a glass, the day before. That, with a tad of stress, and, I was out for the count. 
I’m getting all sorts of tests to eliminate the dire things. But I have my suspicions, as my doctor does. We agree.  He’s doing his best to keep me alive, and, so far, pretty good. 
Anyhow, I’m feeling pretty good. Getting my strength back. And, um, drinking at least 6 glasses of water. 

Drink plenty of water!

The tribe is doing rehab on a house my husband built. It’s been just wonderful. The carpenters that are working on the house do not realize, this is the work of my husband, and, it is next to art work. This place is not pretentious, but, what’s here, nice. 
Sid is fussing about wanting to do the window trim, himself. I told her he was just adding to his workload. 
Then I told him, “Here's my plan. You tell them you want to do the trim, then you come into the truth, so you can live forever. And finish your list”. 
He said, “I don’t think so, Bea, I don’t know how you got that way. 
I said, “Holy spirit, Sid, Holy spirit. 
He stepped out of the conversation at that point!

I almost feel like I need to do a, “check-in”, and reassure you dear friends, “I have not lost it”.  Well,  or lost it all. We have been in the process of the Tribe, “rehabbing”, or house, or um finishing certain aspects of it. Big huge job.

It has been pretty well going on since January 3rd, this year. And, it has not been, “smooth sailing”. That red cedar floor downstairs now has been done twice. The first time, a less then stellar job. 
Plus the rest of it. It was a big job, and the first crew we had up here flat out left when my husband said it needed a third coat. We had to somehow get them to do that second coat, and thought it was a big gift to us. Plus, they used one of those, cylinder sander. And, wherever he stopped, there was a dip in the floor. 
 Bottom line, it not only got a sealer coat, but four more coats of the stuff. It’s beautiful. They kept it natural, with grain still there 

There is more like this…

Everything was in my Zoom room. In fact, both of my Zoom rooms. I had two rooms I could use. 
In the meantime, us and three cats were living upstairs. (We now have a bathroom, upstairs) 

We could not go over the floor downstairs, so we used the door that eventually will be a back exit. Right now, it goes to the top of the washroom, and to a bank, about 4 feet from the top of the washroom floor. The bank.
We used two planks to get to the bank. And, then a sketchy trail down the hill. I had to use something to make sure I did not tumble down the hill. Walking stick. 
The floor is now cured, and we will start getting some order in this house. 
Basically we have been living in one room, (the bed room) with a newly installed upstairs bathroom, that is functional. 
My husband has lost his hearing aids, so he watches, very loud television. News, if you can call it that.
No room for Zoom, until today. 
I’ve gotten to all the meetings, and managed to prepare pretty well. (When my husband was out, doing whatever. 
His wonderfully intelligent golden lab, (a rescue) killed on of our cat. I still can’t talk about that. 
We are trying to get him into a, “no-kill” shelter. They will get 

$100.00 when they take him. Yes, we are bribing! 
I’ve been cooking outside. Let’s not talk about that either. 
My sanity has been prayer, personal study, and the meetings. I did miss two weeks service.

Its almost over. With the work they are doing on the house, that one was most dreadful. And, it’s all but over.  
So, perhaps I should not have posted during this trauma. But I did. Maybe I will get my wits back now 

Thank you for being there.❤️💜❤️