In My Honest Opinion

It’s been really sunny just about everywhere in this Britain we like to call Great. Possibly time to get the legs out or possibly not. Anyone who knows me at all – and I mean has come across me in the flesh in a real bodily way rather than on the Interweb, will know that my legs are not my favourite feature. I mean they hold me up and help me to walk the dogs and everything so they are quite serviceable but, shapely they are not.
In the early days of our relationship when Head of House was still trying to impress me, he would barely make mention of these legs. That is unless they had my favourite blue moccasins on the end of them. He inexplicably took against these blue moccasins and refused to go out with me when I had them on. He claimed that it was for my own good and that I would thank him one day. I still miss those moccasins.
To return to my legs. These days I find that when HOH is accompanying me when shopping for clothes, I am more in need of an honest opinion, preferably kindly expressed about how my legs look in things, rather than flattery. Obviously, I can live without. “No! Just No! Take them off now!” but still honesty is the best policy. We’ve been together long enough and seen enough things happen to be well past the stage where I would be happy with him saying “It looks lovely” just because (a) he didn’t want to hurt my feelings or (b) he’s bored and would like to go home (more likely). We are comfortable enough with each other to be past that sort of thing. Although I do still hold to my old mother’s maxim of keeping some mystery in the bathroom if you get my drift. Some things should always be done alone.
I was thinking about this when I was thinking about one of my favourite promises for me from God. It’s in Isaiah and my favourite version is in The Message

I’m transforming you from worm to harrow
From Insect to Iron
As a sharp toothed harrow, you’ll smooth out the mountains
turn those tough old hills into loamy soil

Now, at first glace this doesn’t look much like a nice thing to say to a lady. I will turn you into a sharp toothed harrow. (For those of you who don’t subscribe to Farming Monthly – a harrow is a sort of agricultural implement with teeth or discs that cut through the soil. See. Learnt something. You’re welcome.)
It’s a bit like when Patrick Swayze used to sing “She’s Like the Wind” in Dirty Dancing. I haven’t seen the film myself so I suppose I can’t comment but it always sounded a bit off to me.
The thing is though for me, this was a great promise. I do have a bit of a tendency to the wishy-washy. Leave me alone to tidy a room and if you come back an hour later, chances are I will have got sidetracked by a bag of old letters or a book and have achieved nothing. I’m often well meaning but seldom accomplish all that I mean well to do. I have lots that I want to accomplish but struggle often with a sort of inbuilt worminess. When I first read this it was as if God was honest enough to agree that I was a bit wet but that he would help me overcome it. I was thrilled skinny. Still am when I read it. Because I do see that I have come on a bit in this area. Although I depend on God to comfort me, I also need a God of truth. We don’t have to be afraid of God’s honesty because unlike remarks about my moccasins it’s always for my good in the long run or even, if I catch on quickly enough, in the short run.
I am aware that I have a responsibility in this too. If God is to transform me I do have a responsibility to pitch in a bit too. I thought about this when re-playing this comedy sketch from genius Bob Newhart. (Seen him live. I know you are jealous – well you should be.) I mean if you are talking about honesty, well this is as good as it gets.



  1. April 6, 2012 / 1:31 pm

    The option of being sidetracked when doing something, ostensibly, important and practical, is inherent in being a humanbeing with free will! Wouldn't life be intolerable if regimented to the nth degree!

  2. April 6, 2012 / 1:39 pm

    I meant to make a comment, when it first appeared, your comment about Dirk Gently! As a "Dyed In The Wool" Holmesian, I remain open to challenges to the top spot of the Mystery/Detective Fiction League Table! I see no challenge in Dirk Gently! I am able to note that threads in Holmes storyline are, at times inpenetrable, but I emphasise "At Times" but Dirk Gently is completely inpenetrable, I find little to recommend about it! Come Back BD [or Clive Merrison, even G forbid Edward Woodward [ugh] or whoever else is chosen to be another representative of Conan Doyle's Super-Hero] all is definitely forgiven [if anything needed to be forgiven in the first place]!

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