Sunday/Monday

An uneventful couple of days.   On Sunday morning I went to Larry's - the former hospital chaplain's -  church out near the Twin Lakes.    After the service Larry and Vicky had an open house, I just went for a little while, I didn't like to tuck into the lunch.   The house is lovely, it adjoins the church, and is in a most beautiful setting.   In England the church would have sold the land surrounding it for a housing estate.   I am very conscious of all the space, the land there is to spare here.

Today, Monday, when I opened my e-mail there was something from Chaplain Bill about an online training module all volunteers and employees have to take, on what to do if an armed intruder enters the hospital.  My first thought was "what kind of world am I living in".   Followed by "online!   I can do this training module without leaving my house/computer?  how technology is advancing".   But no, it hasn't quite advanced that far, I had to go to the hospital and log on to their computer.  Which I thought I might as well do right away.

Basically, we have to run if we can, from the armed intruder.   If we can't run we have to hide, keep very quiet, turn off our phones, don't even have them on vibrate (vibrate, what's that?) hide behind something like a filing cabinet, not a door which the bandit can shoot through.  BUT if we can't run, or hide, and as a very last resort, we throw things (it didn't  tell us what) at the bandit.  

Driving to the hospital I pass the airport, and I have noticed for the last month perhaps, that there is a police car permanently parked opposite.  I thought it was there watching out for speeding motorists along that stretch of road, but then there isn't a speed limit, and it dawned on me today that it is positioned in such a way that it is keeping a surveillance on the airport.   So I am thinking (because this is the kind of imagination I have) that they are expecting Islamic Jihadists to come in the back door.   Why else have a patrol car permanently opposite the airport?

One day I will step outside and these calla lilies will be all shrivelled up and scorched.  So thought I'd take a picture first.

This is the map of the US we were given at Thursday's Kiwani's meeting showing the meanings of Indian names.    Those who live here know that Oklahoma means Red People.