I am sorry I didn’t pop up at weekend. I was ill. Not ill, ill. Nothing to worry about. It was a sore throat and a bad chest. I felt really rubbish but that was fair enough. The problem was when a water infection added itself to the gaiety of the general proceedings. (Let me know, if this is too much information won’t you?) So there followed lots of liquids etc etc and now I am quite a bit better – thanks for asking.
I have been trying to read. I am really struggling with the Tom Wright. It’s like wading through treacle backwards. And I feel bad because lots of people whose opinions I respect seem to think it is a masterpiece. So it must be me. I don’t think you concentrate the same when you feel a bit rubbish. But still, I wonder if my concentration is not as sharp as it used to be. I wonder if it is the effect of the Internet? People say it plays havoc with your ability to concentrate for prolonged periods of time. Or maybe old age? At this stage I am hoping you are all furiously typing comments saying “Me too!” Still I am going to try and stick with it but will probably re-read a Barbara Pym first to get my groove back.
For the first time in approximately 10 years, Plymouth has snow. We are not cut out for snow. We are in shock and my feet are cold on the kitchen floor. This is not what I signed up for. I moved from the north to not have cold feet on the kitchen floor. At work, we have had to take buses and scooters off the road because it wasn’t safe and 99% of the passengers have been lovely about it. It is the older aged people who got most stroppy. It seems they laugh in the face of ice-based scooter-skidding danger. Especially when measured against a weekly supply of oven bottom muffins which must be bought from Sainsbury’s. Also, old people are a bit weird. I phoned Aged Parent because I wanted to reassure her that I had been ok getting to work. Was quite put out when it seemed she hadn’t given me a second thought and was more exercised about Brexit.
AP. Does this Brexit mean we will be back at war with Ireland?
Me What did I say about watching Channel 4 news?
AP. Well we don’t want it back. You couldn’t go into the street without fear of your pub being blown up or being shot.
Me. In Bolton?
AP. Either way, we don’t want Donald Trump and guns.
Me. In Ireland?
AP. You know exactly what I mean.
(I don’t. Seriously. I don’t)
Also, the Lent School of Faith has been cancelled because of the weather so I am unable to be a C of E person this week. It never rains but it snows.
Sometimes, there is not much going wrong, just a low level blah which probably needs me to run at it in my vest and underpants shaking a stick at the blah feeling and reminding myself of blessings counted. So a couple of thoughts. Was looking at “O love that will not let me go.” I am a bit suspicious of anyone who doesn’t like that hymn. Came across the line – “I trace the rainbow through the rain” (Keep meaning to ask Ang at Tracing Rainbows if that’s where she gets it) And it’s not passive. It’s active. You can’t just lie there all floppy and let it all take over. We have to look at what we came from. Who God is, remind ourselves what he can do and pray for help. And as someone very helpfully pointed out to me this week back comes the very non-passive reply.
For I am the LORD your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.