Ramblings

My next door neighbour mowed the lawn wearing a bowler hat this afternoon. #This is England. Did I do the hashtag thingy right? I like my neighbour.

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My daughters cycled into the countryside and I had to go and ‘rescue’ Chip when Fluff’s enthusiasm came up against Chip’s lingering cold and the cold won.

Two of our rescued guinea pigs couldn’t stand the sight of each other this morning, but after a run around outside, followed by a thorough exploration of the dining room (with accompanying inquisitive squeaks that sound like they’re saying ‘what-what-what-what-what?’) they decided they liked one another again. They’re so funny!

Continuing our month of Living Well and Spending Zero, we are using up what’s in the cupboards, including some fairly ancient packets. Chip made strawberry blancmange for pudding. Despite the fact that she even made it with almond milk, Fluff insisted it could not be vegetarian so refused to eat it. Oh, well, more for me… I like strawberry blancmange. It’s the same colour as Bagpuss. I am a big fan of Bagpuss. I have a mug, a cushion, a tee-shirt, a pyjama case and a small toy Bagpuss that makes a yawning sound when you squeeze his tummy, just like the real thing.

I got an animation kit for my birthday and I have yet to use it. Bagpuss and Mr. Benn are definitely my inspiration. I’ll have to get it out! That’s the trouble with this stupid illness. I spend the vast majority of my energy looking after my family and then I don’t have any energy left to invest in creative stuff :-/

Frank went along to a Sunday afternoon games group. He loves role playing games but there aren’t too many people who are interested nowadays. Not that I can imagine it ever being a particularly popular pastime.

I was going to lead our Sunday night bible time with some colouring-in of printable bible verses, but I was too tired. Sorry, God :-/ It’ll have to be a Monday night bible study instead. I don’t suppose God minds.

I added a row to my crocheted blanket this afternoon, having pointedly ignored it for a month. It is blue with sparkles and is a repeating pattern, but I keep forgetting the order of the stitches and having to relocate the actual pattern. When it is finished, it will be presented to my sister, who loves all things blue and sparkly and who is, at the grand old age of 37, moving into her first unfurnished flat.

I have taken to downing a mug of Clipper Sleep Easy tea before bed and I have to say it works a treat. So much so that I have stopped taking my bedtime tablets because I don’t seem to need them.

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I have been out for a walk every day since Monday and I think it has been doing me good. I read that studies have shown that sunlight itself has a positive effect on the brain and when combined with exercise (even if it’s only the limited amount that I can manage) it is highly beneficial for health. I still fall into bed exhausted of an evening, but I suppose that’s a good thing.

 

Reblog: Love for the One Who Said, “See Me in Others”

 

Oh, I like this quote a hundred times!

Why, I wonder, is it that as I (we?) move closer and begin to reflect the Light more, I also see my flaws more and more, and my unworthiness to reflect any part of Him? Does always God deal in paradoxes, do you think?

For some reason Winnie the Pooh comes to mind. Maybe because the God of the universe delights in our simplicities just as we might delight in Winnie the Pooh… Maybe I’ll just have to think about that some more. There’s already been a Zen Book of Pooh. Maybe there’ll be a Theology of Pooh. Or Bagpuss. I can definitely envisage a Theology of Bagpuss.

 

Bagpuss and Emily

‘…Bagpuss himself, once he was asleep, was just an old, saggy cloth cat, baggy, and a bit loose at the seams. But Emily loved him.’

Contemplative in the Mud

When we do not love God as we should, we are wanting also in the love of our neighbours, for we feel neither compassion for the sorrow nor joy at the happiness of those who are very near and dear to God… We do not behave toward them with due charity, because we are imperfect in our love for Him who said, “Just as you did it to one of the least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me” (Mt 25:40).
Saint John of Ávila

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