Monday, April 09, 2012

Monday monday

Excuse me I'm going to whinge:

I'm nearing the end of a few days off and feeling guilty for taking them as my web editors needed me and I wasn't there.

We've been trying to paint the woodwork in the hall and it's been so boring we're still on 1.5 coats. If I can just muster up some gumption I might finish it and we can look at getting a carpet tomorrow. Boring grown up middle class pointless things.

We went to see Rich, Clair, Nikki and Dan for Dan's birthday on Saturday. A picnic in the car park of Scotney Castle and then an afternoon lazing in front of films whilst the boys went Ape, followed by an excellent chinese meal at Chow's in Westerham.

So no Easter flower arranging for me. I got plenty on knitting done in front of the telly though. Nice to see them.

Had a mooch with my parents around Salisbury today. Currently trying to decide what to do with the cooking apples from our veg box. Feeling awful for upsetting a friend. Back is killing me.

Nothing feels right, everything feels out of sorts.

Someone's told me I should be happy I have my youth and health. I should. I should.

I want to knit, but I don't have the right yarn or a reason. I want to sew but both sewing machines are inoperative.

Ok whinge over.

Thanksgiving:
I have all the superficial material things the world deems necessary to make me a success
I have a loving set of friends and family who still care about me even when I mess up
I live in a country with a great health care system
I have at least another 50 years ahead of me God willing
I have a caring husband who doesn't whinge at me when I get bored of painting

Monday monday

Excuse me I'm going to whinge:

I'm nearing the end of a few days off and feeling guilty for taking them as my web editors needed me and I wasn't there.

We've been trying to paint the woodwork in the hall and it's been so boring we're still on 1.5 coats. If I can just muster up some gumption I might finish it and we can look at getting a carpet tomorrow. Boring grown up middle class pointless things.

We went to see Rich, Clair, Nikki and Dan for Dan's birthday on Saturday. A picnic in the car park of Scotney Castle and then an afternoon lazing in front of films whilst the boys went Ape, followed by an excellent chinese meal at Chow's in Westerham.

So no Easter flower arranging for me. I got plenty on knitting done in front of the telly though. Nice to see them.

Had a mooch with my parents around Salisbury today. Currently trying to decide what to do with the cooking apples from our veg box. Feeling awful for upsetting a friend. Back is killing me.

Nothing feels right, everything feels out of sorts.

Someone's told me I should be happy I have my youth and health. I should. I should.

I want to knit, but I don't have the right yarn or a reason. I want to sew but both sewing machines are inoperative.

Ok whinge over.

Thanksgiving:
I have all the superficial material things the world deems necessary to make me a success
I have a loving set of friends and family who still care about me even when I mess up
I live in a country with a great health care system
I have at least another 50 years ahead of me God willing
I have a caring husband who doesn't whinge at me when I get bored of painting

Easter thoughts

Reposting this, because I love it. I ask for forgiveness that I wasn't
brave enough to ask to read this out at church.

Because He is Risen

Because He is risen
Spring is possible
In all the cold hard places
Gripped by winter
And freedom jumps the queue
To take fear???s place
as our focus
Because He is risen

Because He is risen
My future is an epic novel
Where once it was a mere short story
My contract on life is renewed in perpetuity
My options are open-ended
My travel plans are cosmic
Because He is risen

Because He is risen
Healing is on order and assured
And every disability will bow
Before the endless dance of his ability
And my grave too will open
When my life is restored
For this frail and fragile body
Will not be the final word
on my condition
Because He is risen

Because He is risen
Hunger will go begging in the streets
For want of a home
And selfishness will have a shortened shelf-life
And we will throng to the funeral of famine
And dance on the callous grave of war
And poverty will be history
In our history
Because He is risen

And because He is risen
A fire burns in my bones
And my eyes see possibilities
And my heart hears hope
Like a whisper on the wind
And the song that rises in me
Will not be silenced
As life disrupts
This shadowed place of death
Like a butterfly under the skin
And death itself
Runs terrified to hide
Because He is risen

Gerard Kelly: Spoken Worship

Easter thoughts

Reposting this, because I love it. I ask for forgiveness that I wasn't
brave enough to ask to read this out at church.

Because He is Risen

Because He is risen
Spring is possible
In all the cold hard places
Gripped by winter
And freedom jumps the queue
To take fear’s place
as our focus
Because He is risen

Because He is risen
My future is an epic novel
Where once it was a mere short story
My contract on life is renewed in perpetuity
My options are open-ended
My travel plans are cosmic
Because He is risen

Because He is risen
Healing is on order and assured
And every disability will bow
Before the endless dance of his ability
And my grave too will open
When my life is restored
For this frail and fragile body
Will not be the final word
on my condition
Because He is risen

Because He is risen
Hunger will go begging in the streets
For want of a home
And selfishness will have a shortened shelf-life
And we will throng to the funeral of famine
And dance on the callous grave of war
And poverty will be history
In our history
Because He is risen

And because He is risen
A fire burns in my bones
And my eyes see possibilities
And my heart hears hope
Like a whisper on the wind
And the song that rises in me
Will not be silenced
As life disrupts
This shadowed place of death
Like a butterfly under the skin
And death itself
Runs terrified to hide
Because He is risen

Gerard Kelly: Spoken Worship

Tuesday, April 03, 2012

Pretty

Here are the pretty things I made for Mel's hen do, and the sites of Stowe landscape gardens from today's meeting.

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Pretty

Here are the pretty things I made for Mel's hen do, and the sites of Stowe landscape gardens from today's meeting.