I walked today and went to the homes of eight shut-ins in the process—Norma, Margaret, Fred, Nerissa, Esmilda, Bernard & Pam, Doji, and Merle. It was in the 60’s and a little windy outside. Perfect weather for walking.
I am amazed at how you can announce that you are the vicar, sight unseen, and the doors swing wide open. What a very sacred trust.
Bernard and Pam made tea for me with all these wonderful repasts—Twixt, peanut butter cookies with half peanuts sprinkled across the top, a toffee chocolate covered biscuit, another chocolate covered biscuit, a caramel candy of some kind, and of course the requisite tea with two sugars and milk. You know, a fellow could get used to this very easily.
Bernard and Pam were very interested in my perceptions of England. They had sold their car, as being older adults, they are able to travel the bus lines for free. They knew some about America, and were interested in my perceptions about their population density which is quite typical for England. They marvelled at how we American drive these very large cars and then just pull up into a driveway. It is just so very hard for them to grasp that, and yet we so take it all for granted.
I have also come to understand that the British system of medicine is not as horrific as we have been led to believe. Most of the pensioners feel as if their needs are well attended. Of course, should you decide to take matters into your own hands with private insurance, you probably do get better, more immediate care.
Merle also had her daughter fix some tea as well, and came out with 5 biscuits (we’d call them cookies). How utterly delightful and refreshing.