Miss Bea

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 Outdated, but unopened.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.❤️💜❤️

My husband wants to call me, “Sugar Bear”. I keep telling him no, “It’s Honey Badger”. Yep!

One of him snoozing, and one while we still managed to control him a bit.

This actually happened. We inherited this cat. His name was, “Dowg”, because he sort of acts like one. He will get into the bathtub with water in it. He’s fascinated by water. He will follow us around like a puppy. He picks up things and carries whatever around, in his mouth.
He came into the house, proud as a peacock. In his mouth was a hard plastic wrapper they put around wood. 
The house is being worked on by the tribe, and he finds treasures they left. 
Oh, and he is mouthy. I mean mouthy. He has a big vocabulary. Even makes noises when he sleeps. Like a dog!

Well my husband comes up with the. Best names after we get to know our critters. 
He named this cat, “barking dog” in Yurok. (We are both Yurok Indians) And guess how it is pronounced? “May-Gok”. Yep. I didn’t think about it until a sister pointed out that names sounds like you know who. Then she said, she will just picture that one as a barking dog. 
Yes, this is one special kitty!

My husband had a knee replacement Monday. So, he’s watching tv news a lot. I have decided to make it so it just doesn’t weigh too heavily on my heart. 
These individuals, engaged in this. I’ve made up my mind they are playing into Jehovah’s hands by what is going on. It will become evident soon. And Jehovah will start the healing process for all of us. 
Knee replacement, plus the tribe is doing a rehab on our house. It’s wonderful. Work Sid will not have to do, and the price is right. No cost. 
Plus Sid is the one who takes care of our road. He phoned the tribe, and they got busy on it. Sid maintains the water bars. So the road doesn’t rut out. 
I’ve gotten so much support from the congregation. I know the prayers are plentiful, or, perhaps I’d be standing, face first in a corner, wondering what just happened. Instead, I’m okay. More then okay. 
The stress of the knee replacement will soon be gone. The guys working on the house will be gone, and our home will be more or less finished. 
Then I figure the serious, “peace and security,” will happen, and the great tribulation will start. 
And then, our dear friends experiencing the KON situation, will be where they should be. Yes, safe and secure, and best of all by Jehovah’s standards.

We are such a blessed  group. We have hope for ourselves, and over 8 million getting a permanent respite! 

Can anyone one please tell me why I have to sign in, repeatedly? I checked, “remember me”, and it doesn’t!

Maybe i can get some help here. I touched this whatever in my iPad, now things are like a negative. I watched our newest update, with our dear brother Splane, being blue. 
I have fussed with it, went to settings, and tried. The best I got was to lighten it. 
When we go to town, I’m going to leave this at the Apple store, and pay them to fix it, if it’s not done by then. Today, I printed two letters in the ministry, white typing, black background. I have to take out the background every time I print a letter.

it’s been interesting…

Seems like a lifetime ago.

I have a FB portal for Zoom meetings. I decided I needed to use the computer for personal study. Off I go, ready to settle in. Opened the Bible, had to update it. Did that. Joshua 6:17 has  research with it, on my iPad. Not on the computer. And I tried. Downloaded the regular bibles we have downloaded. I have the Reference Bible and the study Bible, and no research notes for my Bible reading!

Please, can someone help me? 🌺

My name is just funny. The internet key board has fun with it. Today, from the Tribe office, the admin lady, “hey baby”. Then there was the UPS man. “Babe”. Then the brother, “Hi babe”. It’s just funny. 
The brother did see it, and apologized. This is the first time I’ve mentioned it. 

Sometimes the best response is no response.

We have a Japanese lady in our territory. Her address was given to me. She understands English, so, my letter is okay. But, I can’t figure out how to print the brochure I want to send her in Japanese. 
If I ask those knowledgeable, locally, I’m afraid they will just tell me how to do it. And, for the most part they may be talking to me in Greek. (Or Japanese!) 
Please, any simplified instructions out there. I suspect Siri cannot help me in this. I

I just got home from driving over to the coast. My son had to work, so he asked me to come out so his wife and I could attend the Memorial together. 
He works at a mill. Took his computer, after he downloaded Zoom earlier in the day. He managed to attend. He call me after the meeting. Someone mentioned, “Whose Tom Parker?”

He was still laughing. That was him, and his name is not Tom Parker. You see, Zoom is owned by the Chinese, and he does not want his name known. By them, or anyone else in the virtual world. So, to attend the Memorial on Zoom, he used an alias. 
The drive home was absolutely beautiful. That moon...

How do I clean out my in box? Please.

Did you know, “trumpery” is an actual word? It’s used at Leviticus 261

In the Bynton  translation. Sorry for the spelling I’ve not yet found all my copies of various bibles. Again.

We were discussing it last night, and got a gentle chiding. “Now, now, let’s dredge up some honor for the king.”  Um, former king. 

Well, I’m still on a spiritual high. Our talk this morning was from Granada! A brother who spent a lot of time in Mozambic, as a missionary. Yes, he drew friends from Brazil, and others, I know not where they were from. 
The talk was on enduring persecution. He said the one scripture we want to take away from his talk was 2 Tim. 3:11. 
It was the best of mornings. We are a small congregation, rural, and over and over we get such a blessing from Jehovah! 
One of those mornings that put a smile on your face. For some time!

Me, again. This time I’m looking for the, “conversation”, that is with Jehovah. And they end up just hanging out for a few minutes. 
This one touches my heart, and I like to print it out. I thank you...🌹

It’s a curious thing. There are things we just don’t discuss. My son knows of the truth, and he told me something that just yells we are at the end of this system. 
Let’s just say, in the world, some things were not public fodder. Well, they are now. And, even he is shocked. 
I can remember a brother saying in his talk, if it wasn’t for Jehovah’s protection, we could not leave the hall, not being attacked by wicked spirits. I thought that strange. 

We are safe.  

Help! 
I need to find out how to print songs.I am going to do my level best to get some songs memorized, to sing to Jehovah, right after Armageddon. 

Two sisters have joined me. (One, a bit hesitant) and the other excited. 

What I would like help in is being able to print out words for songs. 
Now, understand, we memorize them. Not sing them, except at meetings. 
I thought this would keep my mind busy with good thoughts!

Been fighting depression. I’m on the uphill swing now. (Yes, it’s bad enough for me that I take medication) 

My point is, none of us ever know what, down deep, we are all going through. Except Jehovah. 
It was harder this time. You know what you are supposed to do Dragging myself to the meetings when I’d just like to stay home, in bed, was, easier when that meant going to the Kingdom Hall. 
Now, it’s too easy. It’s a matter of not turning the computer on. 
To be honest, it was scary. The first thing I think is, “Have I done something g to offend Jehovah?”  But, if I keep on keeping on, (no matter what I think, or feel) I eventually surface on the other side of whatever I’ve been going through. 
I mention this, because I suspect there are a lot of us out there. 
I know we are I am never alone, but, for little snippets of time, I may feel like it. 
Thanks for being out there, Dear Family. ❤️