Rant ahead

Just remembered the rant I was composing in my head during exercise.

On Sunday evening I went to the third preaching workshop. I did the first, missed the second, but was back for this one. It's in a different church and led by one of their leaders. The first one was excellent. The leader, Brian, is very humble and honest, and encouraging. Sunday night's was focused on aids to preparing: books in particular, although it's mostly online as well now. I came home with a long list of books I wanted to check out.

Brian took the first thirty minutes then he turned it over to Jordan, our pastor, for the next bit about Immersive Bible Study. Immersive? No, wait . . . Inductive. But basically means immersing yourself in the context of the whole book not just a verse. He was excellent.

The final thirty minutes was given over to another man, who used to be a leader, and was also a teacher at my children's senior school. He was supposed to be talking about enjoying the process but I'm not sure that what was he did. Let's call him S.

When the children were in school I was part of a prayer group. We met to pray for the children and the school, and, sometimes, teachers joined us. One time I'd taken a group of young people who were volunteering for a year with the church, to do evangelism, especially with youngsters. 

I was suggesting that the team be allowed into the school to take some assemblies or RS classes. S said no. "We can't have youngsters with piercings out the front. What kind of example would that set to our pupils?"

I was (quietly) livid. The bible tells us to judge by hearts not appearance yet here was this 'godly' man doing the opposite. So I might have had a bit of a grudge against him even before he started speaking on Sunday evening.

First of all he said that if we wanted to ask someone to read a scripture before we preached, we should make sure we told the person in advance so they could familiarise themselves and practise it. "They should know where to put the emphasis. You have to have good readers."

I was tempted to tell him how we do it in Zac's. On the evening we ask for volunteers to read. Quite often the reader will struggle or forget about punctuation or be barely comprehensible in the case of our favourite alcoholic. But we don't care. What's important is that people volunteer, they want to be part of the evening, and we want them to. If necessary we can read a section again as part of our talk about it but that's all part of Zac's. 

I admit I can see that probably wouldn't be acceptable in a big church meeting, or a carefully choreographed one, but speakers have to be adaptable to their surroundings.

Anyway, after that he told us to talk around our tables about what Jesus was really like. He gave us a list of questions based on verses. Things like, "How did Jesus treat women?", "How did Jesus treat foreigners?", "How did Jesus treat the poorest in society?"

When he came to our table and said, "How's it going? Is this helpful?" and I sort of hesitated, he said, "You can say no."

"Okay, no."

There was no need to discuss the subject; the answer was obvious.

And now I've just had an email from Sarah Raven offering dahlias at a bargain price! After they told me they had no dahlia tubers left! What they meant was they didn't want to send me the bigger more expensive ones instead. 

Off to do some gardening now to work out my crossness.

Bounding back from the dark

It seems ages since I blogged but it's only two days. What's happened?

Yesterday it was back to exercise class, the tough one with circuits. Then to writing group in the afternoon. It had been suggested that we tried found poetry so I took books, paper, glue, and others brought magazines, and we had a fun afternoon.

Here's mine based on a quote from a music magazine: I'm a creature of light who got caught in the dark.

Then it was off to Zac's where we celebrated Amar's birthday.

This morning I've been to Rebound exercise. I have a trampoline in the garden. It would make more sense for me to exercise on that - but I know I wouldn't without the stimulus of going to a class. I am thinking it is a little bit easy though - now I'm getting used to it. It's supposed to be very good for your whole body system though. 

I'm also doing lots of gardening. Spent much of Monday afternoon fighting and shouting at heather trunks and roots, but the clearing of the front bit of garden is progressing, albeit slowly.

And I'm trying some eggshells, as suggested by Acorn Hollow, around my almost-deceased dahlia in the hope it will survive. The company finally got back to me - after I complained two weeks ago that two of the four tubers I'd bought were dead - saying they've run out of dahlias so they're refunding me. Won't be buying from them again.

Nearly 21

It occurred to me that this blog must be approaching its 20th birthday so I checked: it was last year.

Nearly twenty-one years of blogging, through lots of ups and downs, and reasonably consistently, only really taking breaks when on holiday. For someone who was told by her careers/maths teacher that she had no persistence, that's pretty good.

Hearing the news that a well-known actor had died aged 72 made me consider my own mortality. I am much too young to die. And I'm not a famous author yet. So death can wait for a bit.

GrandSon3 has got into his first choice football academy. Actually all four academies wanted him but Briton Ferry is the best in the region so all his hard work and dedication has paid off. And he does work hard, setting himself targets, and routines to practise every day, as well as running his socks off on the pitch. So we're all very happy for him.

Lovely walk with Daughter and Louie this morning.

When is a good idea not?

You know when you get a good idea? And a little while later you're wondering if it really was such a good idea?

The heather bushes at the front of our garden have never been especially pretty and latterly they've developed a number of dead-looking branches. I started pruning but then thought, "Perhaps I'll get rid of them altogether. Then I can plant some hydrangeas or azaleas here instead. Or maybe just pots."

I began yesterday and continued this afternoon.

I think the biggest problem is going to be the network of roots issuing from the low light green ground cover plants. That and the ivy roots. And the surprisingly thick trunks on the heather. And what to do with all the cuttings when I've finished. You can't see the heap very clearly in that photo but take my word for it, it's big.

But, I tell myself, it will be lovely when it's finished. Going to treat myself now and sit down and watch Remarkably Bright Creatures.

In the meantime some of the more established roses that I picked to save from the rain.

Oh, and I nearly forgot:

So much for the 'slugs don't like to walk over our wool pellets' boast.

Ice cream and The Eights

I just tried to order a book from the library and I discovered that the page was in a variety of languages, I'm guessing Arabic or Chinese or Russian, I've no idea. There was one in English. I've never seen this before. Maybe they do have the book in lots of languages as it's so popular.

It just threw me completely!

We had all the Harry Potter books but I took them to Italy with me as Younger Son is reading them to his children. While I was there he was reading The Goblet of Fire to them - and me. He's moved on now to the next book and I wanted to read along so I could talk about it with GrandSon4. I have read them all previously but, unlike Younger Son, I don't remember them at all. I think the books are a bit scary but the grandchildren seem fine with them.

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Tried a new exercise class this morning. It's called Flexercise and is a very gentle stretching, balance, and strengthening class. Enjoyed it so will continue I think.

Then Husband and I went for a walk this afternoon from Limeslade to Langland.

It was warmer than it looks though Husband, in long trousers, a jumper and coat was complaining, while I in shorts and t-shirt was quite happy.

I was pleased to see my cousin John's disc had been replaced on the Langland surfer and local notables memorial sign.

Then, as I didn't have an ice cream a day while on holiday I had to finish the walk with a Fortes' 99 with raspberry sauce. The taste of my childhood.

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Must mention the book I just read. The Eights by Joanna Miller is a typical story of female friendship but set in Oxford University in 1920 with the protagonists all being in the first group of women to be admitted to the famous university. Fascinating insights into the period and the problems encountered, including misogyny and the lasting effects resulting from World War 1.

Flaws and wayward women

Set to packing up my printer to send for repair. First line of instructions:

1. Print your attached order summary and include it in the box with your product(s).

Do you see the flaw?

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I'm also doing the church newsletter. Recently I've been including advice from the Book of Proverbs each week. I've reached chapter 5.

"Why embrace the bosom of a wayward woman?"

Or, "A loving doe, a graceful deer – may her breasts satisfy you always, may you ever be intoxicated with her love." 

It's all about avoiding adultery. I've skipped on to chapter 6. While the church is getting used to my sense of humour, that might be pushing it too far.

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We've made the decision to close Rough Edges. I say 'we'; I mean Sean and I. There's a distinct lack of trustees at the moment.

It's partly down to not making enough to earn its keep, but also a shortage of reliable volunteers. Our managers, Kathryn and Richard, have been wonderful but they're both in their 70s, and have lots of other commitments, and it's not fair on them. 

So I'm off there now to take more photos to try and attract buyers. And it looks as though the sun is coming out, hooray! While one news report says we're heading for a summer of heatwaves, the weather forecast gives us rain for the next two weeks. We'll have to wait and see who is right.

Maybe I'll get a chance to rub down and plant my giant teacup. To go with my normal-sized teapots.

Bounding along but slowly

I have spent most of the afternoon trying to sort out my printer. After a long slow chat online with Canon Support, we concluded that the printer isn't taking in paper. Actually Husband and I had already worked that out and, indeed, I'd written it in the Subject box of my query.

But we had to go through the process. "Is the printer turned on?" etc.

Finally she agreed and sent me a form to ask for repair. Fortunately it's only 11 months old so is still under warranty, a fact I kept checking all the way through the process.

At one point she asked me for a phone number and I panicked. "Don't tell me I'm going to have to talk to a real person! She'll ask me questions I don't understand!"

But I didn't have to. Now all I have to do is pack up the printer and send it away. Naturally I didn't keep the box . . .

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Last night at Zac's went okay. I'd planned to do communion at the end but we ran out of time. Which was just as well as I'd forgotten to take any bread with me. 

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I'm cooking a piece of gammon for dinner. I always do it in the pressure cooker and finish it off in the oven. This afternoon as I went to do that I remembered my pressure cooker isn't working. I put the meat in anyway and will just wing it. I'm in that sort of a mood.

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Went to Rebound this morning, that's exercise class on mini trampolines. Once I'd plucked up courage to let go of the bar I was better until it came to moving my arms and legs in different directions. Too much for a brain to cope with. Afterwards two of the ladies were going for coffee and asked me to join them. Ooh, I felt like a proper grown-up who goes for coffee for no reason. (I had tea of course.)

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Am concerned about Marie who hasn't blogged since March when there were health issues. Kathy and Debra are both on a blog sabbatical. Blogging world is very quiet. 

The despicability of printers and bindweed

Is there anything in the IT world more challenging than a printer?

In my lifetime printers have caused me far more grief than is reasonable for a quiet little machine that just sits there for most of the time. (As I was writing that sentence my screen went blank and it seemed that everything had died. Then it came back.)

Yesterday I decided to print out my Zac's prep notes so I could sit comfortably and read them. The printer - which to be fair has been warning me for some time - said, "I'm out of toner. I will not print."

Considered the options: getting toner quickly or hand-writing 13 sides of A4. (It's in very big print so I don't have to wear my glasses when using my notes in Zac's.)

I ordered toner and paid extra to make sure it would be delivered today. Which it was. This afternoon.

So I set my notes printing. We get through 9 sides and then it jams. "Remove jammed paper." I do so arguing that it wasn't really that jammed anyway.

Several attempts later and the message remains the same even though there clearly isn't anything jammed.

"Have you switched both your computer and the printer off and on again?" Husband asks.

I try that. Same message. I am begging it to work now but it sniffs and insists paper is jammed. I peer inside its delicate mechanism. I wonder if it's dusty. I blow it. I get a bit of paper and ram it in. I mean, I gently poked it. I peer in again and see a tiny brown bit of something and wonder if that is causing a problem. It seems unlikely but . . . I get a damp cotton bud and poke that in. I am successful and retrieve tiny brown bit but still printer refuses to work.

I give up. I finish writing out my notes by hand.

Bindweed and printers. On the same level of despicability.

Finding poetry

Now I've lost my shears.

It's one thing to lose scissors, but shears? I had to get out an old pair of shears - and quickly found out why I bought a new pair. They did cut but only if they felt like it.

For a few moments I thought I'd lost my new yellow watering can too. I bought bright yellow deliberately so I couldn't lose it. I found it at last but had to wander around the garden a few times. I knew I'd used it near the barbecue (to pour water over Grandson3 who'd been water-shooting me earlier and I promised I'd get my revenge! And sweet it was!) So I was convinced it had to be there somewhere.

Do you do that? Be convinced the watering can/scissors/shears/whatever is in a certain place and keep looking there even though it's plainly not there?

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Someone from writing group suggested we do some found poetry. In the example she sent me, the writer had taken a page from a book and inked out most of it just leaving odd words to create a poem.

When I did it on a writing course we did it differently. In the first example I cut words out of a magazine, and fitted them together in a way I liked.

Jeremy Clarkson was a car person from television who wrote sometimes amusing articles in a Sunday magazine. All the words or phrases in this poem are taken from one of his articles.

I think the cutting-out method gives us more scope so I'll probably suggest that to the group.

And finally, do you like my new t-shirt?