Saturday mornings are the best!

Faithful Witness

I am just sitting here, reading some posts on JWN. My kids are playing upstairs, and I can hear them laughing. The snow is falling gently. It is a cold day in Michigan. I am relishing this easy start to the weekend.

I think of my JW family, out in field service. I would love to take the kids to visit their grandparents, but know they are out fighting the bitter cold and slippery roads, all to prove their dedication to theocratic work. I think of my niece and nephew, forced out into the cold, to sit in cars, enjoying twisted chatter about Armageddon and how wonderful it is to be among Jehovah's chosen people. I'm sure not a thought is crossing their minds, about the activities they are not allowed to join with the other kids at school. I wonder if they try to find interesting things to tell their friends on Monday, or if they even are allowed to have friends outside the KH. Does my brother in law realize that his children are exposed to public school indoctrination for 30 hours a week?

I am shopping online for last minute Christmas gifts. I think I will send them a big box tower of treats, trimmed in non-holiday colors. I doubt they will refuse food. I should pay extra for Saturday delivery, so the kids at least see it and know we are thinking of them.

blondie

I love the special breakfast my husband makes, reading the paper, watching my shows from last night, finishing the decorating in the house.

Not going d2d dropping in unannounced on people that don't want us there, listening to the latest cruel gossip in the car of the only so-called saved ones, wasting time with NH RVs, hour long coffee breaks that end with giving the server a tract, calling on just one person and have a conversation, and count 3 hours.

Time to watch Haven.......

WTWizard

Better to sit and watch the snow from inside than to be fighting it, worrying about others being cold, and just being miserable outside. And worse is when the weather changes--even if I am not the one hunting for parking spaces in the snow. When the weather changes, they do not respond. You are supposed to bundle up. They might react if it suddenly gets cold, but if it warms up during the next few days, they simply remember how cold it was a few days ago. I have seen conditions go from 25 cm of snow on the ground to 34 o C in under a week. You are supposed to have the sweat box on because of last week's snow? Or, in the fall, it goes down from 25 to -2, and they think that's the end of the heat. You are supposed to wear the sweat box, and within a week it is back to 25! Nothing looks more stupid than dressing for last week's cold snap when it is now 30 or more out.

And yes, I like having my own Christmas lights up. Those witlesses show up at my door, they are in for a display of Christmas lights up that will make them run halfway to the moon. From the hall, there are enough lights visible that would decorate an average tree. There are so many of them that I rarely need the main lights on to navigate my way around the apartment while the Christmas lights are on. And their hopes that I will get a 500 toilet paper light bill are dashed because these are high efficiency lights--LED. Of course, I will not turn up the heat for those witlesses--if they are cold, tough.

quellycatface

Oh joy!! We had a great morning. A leisurely breakfast at our local cafe. We actually laughed at those suckers getting ready for field service!!!

Bought a few Xmas treats. Did some twinking of the tree. Then my husband and son went off to play rugby. Just think of all that beer and boy's talk after the game!!! Bound to be a few naughty words and rough play.

Then my husband is going to his Xmas works party tonight. More drinking and naughty words.

How I miss prepping for the WT........ NOT.

Merry Christmas to one and all XX

Phizzy

Sunday mornings are equally as good ! leisurely breakfast, Sunday Papers, for us in the U.K, Ceris Mathews on 6Music playing all sorts of strange and wonderful music, and best of all, knowing you have nothing that you are forced to do.

Well, until Mrs Phizzy starts cracking the whip that is !

The things she makes me do !