Does God read Social Media?

Now before everyone gets their knickers in a knot, let me tell you a story.
I live in an area where there is a wonderful abundance of senior citizens, most of them above 75 & some of them pretty close to 100.
One of them in particular, is a source of some amazing anecdotes.
About age she says I am a trainee senior citizen & that she is ‘knocking’ on Heavens door.
Of course she has been known to call me a young whipper snapper too, especially when, as she puts it, I don’t ‘look lively’!

Back to her story & that day out.
This is a country with a booming old age community & there are many wonderful groups that dedicate their time to keeping these oldies(?) active & amused.
Well Sybil (let’s call her that) – a seriously devout lady, Irish & of course Catholic. She reminds me a lot of Mrs Fawlty, waylaid me while I was outside swearing at the weeds and asked me if I knew anything about computers.
“A bit”, I answered. One must be very careful with this lady, for she has a razor like mind & a tongue to go with it. Before you know it, one is walking the plank after receiving a severe lashing on the poop deck!
She wanted to learn about computers as her grandchildren were always playing with those gizmos and she had signed up to attend a class on computers for senior citizens.
Well, off she went & came back with the mutters.
Apparently the young man giving the class was worse than a whipper snapper. He was a ‘snotty nosed little smart arse’. Her words, not mine!
He had told her she had disrupted the class with all her questions.
Poor chap, I should have warned him?
He had been going on about how computers could open up her world to a wealth of experiences, to which she replied – “Young man, I have had more life experiences in one day than you will have in your life time”

It was about now that she brought the class to a standstill with ‘that’ question.
“Does God read Social Media”?
Poor fellow, perhaps he should watch the film – Miracle on 34th Street?

Vitamin D and all that Sun.

There is no getting away from it. Being outside in the sun does wonders for one’s state of mind.

I had been fudging on getting a start with this year’s seed sewing, waiting for that ideal sunny day. Well, there was no dodging that today & out I went, with trusty trowel in hand, ready to prepare some trays.
Soon the seed trays were filled with some of my home-made compost, dutifully sifted to provide the perfect home for some Cobra Green Bean seeds.
Things took a bit longer this year which saddened me.
The arrival of Mr Bee with some of his mates, cheered me up as they went weaving drunkenly from Pansy to Pansy, as if they had been on a bender the night before?
The flowers had all turned their garishly painted faces towards the sun, tempting the bees with their multi coloured faces & sweet smelling pollen. Now I ask you. What red blooded bee could turn down an offer like that?
All to soon, I was breathless, with perspiration running down my face. Only five seed trays & already I was struggling.
This does not bode well for the growing season ahead, but it was a necessity.
The puce white skin, which would bring shame to any Ex Pat South African was in desperate need of a bit of colour. One of the neighbours had already indicated some concern as to whether I had intended to remove my T-Shirt.
Maybe not today. My face & legs were enough.

It was grand being outside again.