Digital blasphemy

I woke up to a bright sunny day after a poor night's sleep, plagued by worries about what the cardio consultant had to say on Friday, implying that I'm less stable physically than I thought I was. This hit home just as I thought my body was adjusting to  the impact of various medications, as I'm recovering a degree of resilience in coping with stroke after-effects. Losing a third of a night's sleep affects me cognitively. More typos when I write, not attentive enough to notice potential accidents. It's as bad as it was three months ago, very upsetting and demoralising.

Peace negotiations between America and Iran have failed to reach agreement. Some tanker traffic is passing through the Straight of Hormuz with Iran's permission, but Trump is now forcing the issue with a blockade on Iranian oil exports, which may well result in an end to the existing cease-fire. He has scathingly criticised Pope Leo's continuing criticism of the war. "Not even Hitler or Mussolini attacked the Pope so directly and publicly." said Italian church historian Massimo Fagioli. Extreme fundamentalist Christians and Zionists are hailing Trump as a Messiah figure fulfilling biblical prophecy. An AI generated image of him portrayed as a latter day saviour and healer has appeared on his social media. This digital blasphemy aroused so much negative comment it was deleted later. Another case of TACO: Trump Always Chickens Out. Let's hope this foolishness results in him losing conservative Christian support.

Five years ago John Bell of the Iona community went on record, denouncing Trump as a bogus messiah when he was wooing the American religious right, posing with a bible in his hand making his pitch for the presidency. No truly messianic figure could ever promote salvation by violence and causing suffering to others. He thrives on coercive behaviour, propagating lies and deceiving the masses. But you can't fool all of the people all of the time. By the time his supporters realise he's not the saviour they believe him to be, terrible destructive things could happen which affect the whole world.

Clare and I went to the King's Road Pharmacy after breakfast to order our next batches of medication. This requires a week's notice in person. I'm not yet sure about ordering through the NHS app, not sure if I trust myself to do it correctly with swimming light headedness and poor co-ordination. It means planning well ahead if I find I can't rely on working the app properly. 

After putting in our medication orders we went to Jason's greengrocer's shop to stock up on fresh veggies, then went to  the recently opened Coffi Lab for a drink. The website tells a detailed story that would appeal to aficionados and dog lovers, but neither of us thought much of the flavour of their own roast coffee, said to have been grown in Costa Rica.

When we returned home I cooked a sugo of lentil and veg to accompany pasta for lunch, then I went to bed and slept for an hour until I felt fresh enough to go to the pharmacy and buy some aspirins. The number I have left doesn't match the number I need to take with the remaining dipyridamole, of which I have enough to last until the prescription is ready to collect.

Clare went to choir practice after an early supper. Just after she left, Rachel called and we had a lovely long WhatsApp chat. After a busy musical weekend she was in good spirits, as her gigs went well and were well appreciated. She got a hundred dollar tip in addition to performance earnings and was much encouraged by the feedback she received. We discussed the Beatles' song 'Eleanor Rigby' which she'd been asked to accompany on 'cello a singer using a digital keyboard with an auto-transpose setting. She was finding the fingering difficult, and no wonder, as it was in D flat minor!

After a little walk for some fresh air, bed very early tonight. 

Museum of the Moon

 I slept a good seven hours last night. The double bed is far more comfortable than my single one. I was more relaxed and Clare and I didn't disturb each other much at all. I enjoyed the company. I felt lonely sleeping on my own, when I was unwell after rounds of bum surgery seven years ago. Even more so over the past six months.

A cold cloudy day with occasional sunshine. After a family breakfast I went on my own to St Katherine's for the Eucharist, with about forty others. With so much to give thanks for, I just couldn't stay home and miss the service, so I took them with me in heart and mind. lunch was ready when I got back as I'd stayed chatting for a while after the service. After lunch Owain, Kath and Anto walked into town to the National Museum of Wales, while Clare and I waited for a bus to take us. The other were already waiting for us when we arrived.

The museum was crowded, busy and very noisy, enough to make me wonder if I'd cope with the intense stimulus of the moment. Well, it took time, but I did adjust to it. There's a big model of the moon hanging beneath the central dome of the entrance hall, the space branded as 'The Museum of the Moon'. You can to walk around it at ground floor and gallery level - a perfect photo opportunity for many, including Kath and Owain. I contented myself with watching and enjoying being there with them enjoying themselves. We spent time in a quiet gallery looking at some of the collection of Turner paintings. Clare and I resolved to return for the current Gwen John exhibition of painting another day. Clare and I then went to a Coffee#1 on the Friary for a cup of tea while the others looked at an exhibition of fossils and reconstructions of prehistoric creatures, and joined us later. Owain then took his leave of us and went for a train back to Bristol. Kath and Anto walked back while Clare and I took a very crowded bus back to Canton to walk home.

A young mum wearing a burka and a face mask kindly offered me the folding seat her small boy was sitting on. He was looking a bit overwhelmed by crowd. I thanked her and declined, as I had acquired an overhead strap plus a nearby pole to hang on to. We chatted briefly. She sounded as if she'd been raised and educated in Britain, and was at ease and confident about chatting to a male stranger on a crowded bus. It was a brief moment of courteous respect and humour, which lifted my spirits.

Kath and Anto arrived home after we did. Having already packed the car, we said our goodbyes and waved them away on their journey back to Kenilworth. What a lovely couple of days. They passed by so quickly. Now the house is quiet again, with a tinge of sadness and a few tears. I uploaded photos of the weekend wrote for half an hour then headed for bed, wishing we all lived closer together.

Unique birthday

Heaven help us, eighty one today, a number with special properties. Three to the power of four. Eight and one makes nine which is two squared. Did I stop to wonder if I'd make it this far when my life changed due to the stroke? I'm not sure I did, as I was too busy observing myself, taking note of the changes, and making an effort to write, and develop good new habits of noticing and compensating for mild visual impairment. It's been far harder to live with the impact of the various medications, and yesterday's verdict from the cardio consultant.

I lost a lot of sleep last night, distressed by yesterday's consultation. Waking early up to a bright sunny day didn't help. Fortunately my head was fairly clear without the medication having an adverse effect. I had birthday cards to open, greeting messages and the gift of a new novel from Clare to go with Saturday breakfast pancakes. I tried without success to doze in my arm chair to make up for lost sleep, and  cooked myself a quick pasta dish with mushrooms, garlic and passata for lunch to fend off the effect of low blood sugar. 

Kath and Anto arrived shortly after, then we went out together and walked in the cold wind for three quarters of an hour. Clare came with us part of the way, then made an excuse to return home to prepare my birthday cake, and let Owain in when he arrived from Bristol. When the three of us arrived home he was there to greet us, and the cake with candles lit was waiting in welcome for sharing with a cup of afternoon tea. Then there was a lengthy discussion about ordering special take-away food for supper, as I didn't think I could cope with eating in a noisy restaurant, feeling so tired.

We ordered food from a Lebanese restaurant, an assortment of dishes, mostly vegetarian. but including grilled halloumi and spicy chicken pieces. I settled for an interesting mixed salad as I wasn't feeling like a heavy meal, but tasted some of the other mezes as well. We drank a bottle of Beaujolais Villages, a good quality Gamay. It's the first glass of wine I've drunk since Christmas day with lots of water, not knowing what impact it might have on me, given the disruptive effect of the clot busting meds on my digestive system. I enjoyed the taste. It reminded me of life in Switzerland. although Bourgogne Gamay was more to my taste than supermarket Gamay de Geneve thirty years ago.

It was lovely to sit around en famille and chat until bed time, although we all missed having Rachel with us, of course. Clare and I went to be early and shared a bed for the first time in a long while, taking the risk of disturbing each other, so that Owain could sleep in my bed with Kath and Anto in the attic - rather noisy tonight with the wind and rain.

Unwelcome birthday news

Cold and cloudy again, and not enough sleep. Although my head was clear and sharp, I wasn't in my best  form. With a cardiology appointment at twenty to two in UHW, I allowed plenty of time to get there by public transport, as I wanted to see how long the outbound journey would take for future planning. I can afford a taxi, but it's good to know how long it takes on a two bus journey, if I don't have time or energy to for the fifty minute walk. My early phone alarm reminded me that I needed to make a sandwich to eat, as I would be travelling there through lunch time. I was lucky to get a bus for the twenty minute ride into town straight away, then a short walk to pick up a number nine outside Wyndham Arcade for the half hour ride to the Heath hospital. I arrived five minutes late at Cardiology reception due to the difficulty of finding the place, tucked away at the far end of the first floor. I was weighed and measured and had my blood pressure taken - high as usual - then after a short wait, I met Consultant Dr O'Neill who told me troubling things. 

My leaky heart valve is getting worse. I may need heart valve surgery at some future date. Plus there's a risk from an electrical blip in the heart rhythm which could cause me to faint, even though I am walking fit, not breathless, and have no pain. He proposed fitting a pacemaker. I'm not happy about either of these options. Whether I do or don't decide to get in the surgical queue when it becomes necessary there's risk either way. Such uncertainty on the eve of my eighty first birthday. 

I've received the blessed gift of a life that has been fulfilling and happy. Whatever time remains to me is uncertain and random. It could be snatched away from me in a brief crisis for all involved. I experienced grief at the thought of leaving my family behind when I had the stroke without knowing if I'd recover. I'm experiencing the same grief now in the light of this unwelcome new knowledge, and I weep. 

I don't think we can live entirely in the moment as if nothing else matters. Who we are, relationships with each other, hold memories of the past and hopes for the future, bound together by love. I'm blessed to have known the love of a family, received and given in all its variety. What am I without those who have come into my life over the years? My wife, daughters, son, foster daughter, grandchildren, nephews and nieces, in-laws, all the generations I knew who came before me, who knew me before I knew myself. So much to give God thanks for, so much love. 

Surprise move

The bright Spring weather didn't last long. It's cloudy today, with a cold strong breeze blowing. I didn't sleep so well. I woke up in the night with pins and needles in my arm as I've been clutching the duvet so tightly around my upper body to exclude cold air. My head seems clearer when I wake up, and the meds aren't having as noticeable an impact on me.

Clare went out shopping, and took my jacket to the cleaners, and I cooked lunch when she returned from shopping. I slept for an hour and a half in my armchair after we'd eaten. Jorja came to clean the house so I went out and walked for an hour wearing my tweed jacket. It insulates me from wind chill better than the one that's in the cleaners. After supper I went out  and walked again, though not for long. As the sun was setting, the temperature dropped with the wind chilling the air down to four degrees centigrade, making me shiver.

Israel's escalation of its assault on Hezbollah has been devastating for Lebanon. More than 200 people were killed in Beirut yesterday, 1,700 since Israel's current offensive began. Iran reckons this aggression violates the cease-fire. The continuation of hostilities by Israel is meeting with widespread condemnation. Netanyhu says Israel will hold direct talks with the Lebanese government, with the aim of disarming Hezbollah, something the Lebanese President already said needs to happen. The Lebanese army hasn't been strong enough to contain or control Iranian backed Hezbollah as a military and political presence in the country, but will this surprise initiative open a path to peace? Israel aims to eliminate Hezbollah's exploitation of Lebanon as a power base. This campaign has been costly and damaging to Lebanese civilians and has prompted more attacks by Iran on Israel. 

Key to de-escalating the conflict is re-opening strategic world trade routes for oil tankers and container ships, through the Straight of Hormuz and Bab al Mandab. Britain and the EU are taking the diplomatic initiative in  negotiations, but no progress yet. Trump's use of coercion and force has only made things worse. It'll be interesting to see how Trump's Republican party fares in forthcoming mid-term elections.

I watched the second part of an episode of 'Arctic Circle' about a religious sect, and was not impressed  A shockingly violent melodramatic tale of horror with an improbable narrative, reminiscent of a Grimm Fairy Tale with wooden actors seemingly indifferent to the violence they witness. It's possible they didn't think much of the story they were supposed to tell.

Truce of sorts

Another glorious sunny day after a good night's sleep. I posted today's YouTube Morning Prayer link to the WhatsApp Parish prayer thread at half past seven and dozed for another hour listening to the news. 

A two week cease-fire between America and Iran has been agreed with Pakistan mediating. The Straight of Hormuz will be re-opened to shipping traffic, easing the energy crisis and reducing the market price of oil. Both sides are claiming this as a victory. Peace talks continue in Islamabad.  Israel's war against Hezbollah in Lebanon continues despite Pakistan stating that the ceasefire covers retaliation against Israel. 

Drone and missile strikes against Gulf States by Iran's Houthi allies also continue. The Houthis could also block Bab al Mandab Straight to traffic adding to economic damage already being caused. Saudi Arabian oil supplies destined for Asian markets have already been affected. Has Trump underestimated the impact of his choice to wage war on poorer countries in particular? It's a confusing and unstable situation prone to further escalation. Britain has taken the lead in negotiations about keeping open the Straight of Hormuz. Despite the fearful battering Iran has taken, it still seems to be a strong position. The regime has not yet collapsed and its leadership is even more hard-line and repressive of its own people. Trump's credibility as a war leader is undermined and his political opponents are questioning his mental health, and whether he should be removed from office, unfit to govern.

A phone call from Ruth forewarned me that she wouldn't be there to prepare the altar at St John's for today's celebration of the Eucharist. I left early for church, furnished with Fr Sion's keys, to open up and do what was required. It's been over a year since I last took a service there, but I hadn't forgotten the necessary routine for getting things ready. My head was clear, and I had no problem with double checking my progress as I often need to, as I'm slow to register what I've just done. Maybe it was easier because I had no distractions while being in church on my own. There were five of us for the service. I improvised the homily and bidding prayers, and don't think I forgot anything or made any mistakes. Pleasing progress on the way to recovery, I reckon.

After a cuppa and a chat, I set off to buy veggies on my way home, but began to experience the un-nerving light headedness symptomatic of low blood sugar, so I went straight home instead to minimise the risk of fainting or an accident. As I was really late home, Clare had already cooked using frozen veggies and fish, which was a relief, as I was able to eat a meal straight away and recover quickly.

I snoozed for an hour then walked in Llandaff Fields, bright with afternoon sun and a cheering warm spring breeze at last. Many trees are heavy with blossom, pink or red, with leaves bursting through from beneath the flowers. Bluebells are out on the grass verge of the Spine Road that leads to the stables. On Sycamore trees, leaves are unfolding quickly now, transforming the landscape with their light green colour. My head seems even clearer, due to the bright light. It enhances my appreciation of a lovely day.

I spent the evening after supper watching episodes of another series of Finnish Crimmie 'Arctic Circle'. As in previous series it spotlights the sectarian nature of Laestedinian Lutheran piety suggesting that it has a sinister side that asks to be woven into the story-line. Rather odd really.

 

View from the moon

Last night I was in bed by eleven. I thought I slept fairly well. Not according to my Fitbit however, which reckoned I was awake three hours overnight. I did wake up early thanks to the sun rising in a cloudless sky but then dozed with the radio on as I often do, until I got up at eight, feeling clear headed rather than light headed. I didn't feel like I'd lost so much sleep. I doubt the accuracy of the gadget. If I wear it tight enough to have firm contact with skin on my wrist, I end up with sores caused by a wrist band that harbours sweat and deposits salty crystals as it dries out. No matter how well I clean it, the acidic accumulation burns my skin. If I don't wear it tight enough, its accuracy is unreliable. It's okayish as a pedometer but the rest of the data it collects is open to question. Its main purpose is to remind me to maintain daily activity even when I don't feel like it. The past six months this has often been the case. I've learned not to push myself too hard, and maintain a gentle regular pace. I haven't noticed until recently how much I've slowed down when I'm out walking.

The Artemis II mission continues calmly without setbacks. After surveying the dark side of the moon, the spacecraft is now on its return journey to earth. News coverage includes exchanges  with Mission Control and interviews with earth bound journalists in English and Canadian French. The astronauts express joy and delight at seeing the beauty of the earth from different angles in its cosmic setting. I'm not sure how it was possible for the crew to view the sun eclipsed by the earth from the Orion capsule. I found photos on the BBC news website showing the sun as a slender crescent with Venus in the Corner of the frame. Amazing. 

Meanwhile, in response to Trump's threat of destruction if the Straight of Hormuz is not opened, Iran has issued its own list of conditions on which a peace deal could be reached in response to his list of demands. Trump's threat to escalate the war by destroying Iran's civilian infrastructure is, of itself, a war crime. Iranians are now organising themselves in human chains across bridges and around key installations that cannot be attacked without slaughtering unarmed civilians. Iran also promises its own escalation of aggression by widening the scope of its attacks on the economies of countries backing America. What an extraordinary contrast, between the harmonious peaceful collaboration scientific explorers and warmongers fighting over control of the earth's energy resources, at the cost of lives and the instability of the global economy.

After breakfast, I worked on a Morning Prayer video slideshow and uploaded it to YouTube, well ahead of schedule, to make sure I don't get distracted by birthday visitors and a couple of up-coming hospital appointments. I try to prepare in order to avoid doing anything under pressure nowadays, as stress is now so much harder to handle. Now the weather is better and working outdoors is much more pleasant, Clare has been busying herself with routine maintenance chores, like renovating and re-varnishing iron framed wooden benches and a table that hosts her geranium flower pots. This morning she started chopping back an overgrown garden hedge that hosts two kinds of honeysuckle. I joined her to wield the shears on the tall sections beyond her reach, standing on a short step ladder, hoping it wouldn't wobble more than I could cope with. I wasn't sure I could. It was a small test of physical confidence that thankfully I came through unscathed. I tend to avoid taking risks nowadays, not wanting to cause trouble for others, but it's important to find out what I can and can't do when needs be, think about what I'm doing and resist acting on impulse.

While Clare tidied up the hedge trimmings I cooked salmon with rice and veg for lunch. Then we went for a walk to the Secret Garden Cafe in Bute Park for a cup of tea. We arrived as it was closing, but were able to get a drink and sit outside in the afternoon sun. A quiet evening after supper, and early to bed to ensure I feel well enough to celebrate the Easter midweek Eucharist at St John's tomorrow morning.

Lethargy

Sunshine and blue sky to wake up to after a much needed good night's sleep, but it was still cold. I spent  the morning writing and reflecting on news about the war in the Middle East, avoiding going out. I cooked a savoury chick pea dish with aubergine, courgette and butternut squash for lunch, and was quite pleased with the result. 

I felt light headed and lethargic after lunch but didn't sleep. I went for a walk in Llandaff Fields before tea. The afternoon sun seemed to warm up the wind enough to make it tolerable, but walking was hard going and slower with leg stiffness I'm convinced is a statin side effect. Or else I'm ageing noticeably faster. I had a chat with neighbour Dave, the same age as me if not older. We stood on sycamore avenue, indifferent to scooters, pedestrians and cyclists passing us on either side. No benches were near enough to propose sitting down. I didn't have enough energy to do more and returned home. 

After supper we watched the live news broadcast from the Artemis II Orion spacecraft as it starts to orbit the moon to survey its dark side.  It's already travelled further from earth than any other crewed spacecraft. It's a landmark moment in twenty first century science with NASA preparing to establish the world's first lunar base. Trump is proposing to reduce government NASA funding presumably on the grounds that commercial space projects will be less expensive in the long run, and more efficient, managed by his super-rich allies. We'll see how it turns out. It seems Pakistan is attempting to engage America in cease-fire talks with Iran. Trump's latest belligerent outbursts and confused messages about opening the Straight of Hormuz by force have produced a stubborn response from Iran. Concern is being expressed about the state of Trump's mental health, has his tantrums and coercive efforts meet with resistance. Israel is being hit hard with retaliatory attacks by missiles and drones following its assaults on Iran and Lebanon. This will erode support for the Netanyahu government.

After a short walk in the dark to complete my daily distance and clear my head, I got ready early for bed.