Two steps forward

GrandDaughter2 was under the weather today so I offered to walk Louie. We had a lovely walk.

I learned from our holiday in Canada that these are called inuksuks and used to indicate tracks. Environmentalists around here object to them so I had to dismantle mine when I'd taken the photo.

The less photographed angle of Three Cliffs. Amazing to think that once upon a time these cliffs were lying flat and all sorts of creatures were walking on them. Or possibly swimming over them as they're limestone.

After seeing two women emerge from the hole under the cliffs I decided it must be passable - usually the stream comes right up to it. I discovered it was passable if I didn't mind doing a mountain goat impersonation. I had visions of me slipping on the seaweed-covered cliffside and getting my ankle caught and having to send Louie for help, Lassie style.

I was fine.

Then choosing the route back up the mountain - you can call it a hill if you want but I know what it is - I let Louie lead the way, which was a wise choice as he took me on a less-trodden path, allowing me to stop frequently to breathe without embarrassment. A good thing because as I reached the main path a woman came jogging - jogging! - past me. Bear in mind that the path is sand and we all know that it's two steps forward, one step back in sand.

Came home and iced a birthday cake for a man at Zac's who can be relied on to do things.

I forgot to tell you about two conversations from Rough Edges on Saturday. One was how a grandchild (not mine) had come home from school talking about the God Bunny, the Jesus Bunny, and the bad bunnies. When it was suggested to him that they might really have been people the young boy was most upset. "I don't mind the Easter Bunny coming to my house to bring eggs but I don't want a strange man coming in."

The other story was less about bunnies and more about squirrels and foxes and, in particular, the shooting of them. Seems it's quite a normal thing in some areas. One man had a squirrel who lived in their loft and kept them awake at night. When he was in bed, he used a heat tracker to locate its position and then shot it through the ceiling! (And missed it!)

A pizza ball

I planned what to wear today then when I got dressed realised I was wearing a pink jumper and red tights. Thought about changing them but, hey ho. I'm visiting an artist so I'm sure she'll appreciate it.

A busy weekend. In Rough Edges all day Saturday. As we need to increase sales to make it, not even profitable but just paying for itself, and several people had lamented the fact that we only opened on Thursdays, we decided to give it a try.

The other volunteers weren't available so I went in to help Kathryn and Richard, the managers. 

It was worth it as we took more money than on Thursday but frustrating in that several people came in and said, "Oh good, you're open," and then didn't buy anything.

It was also freezing! I'd forgotten how cold it was in the shop and had been fooled by the sun in the sky. I spent most of the day standing in front of the wood-burner or in the doorway in the sunshine. Still chilled even by the time I went to bed.

Friday I made some iced buns to take out on the street in the evening. Not as successful as ones I've made previously, and, also, we saw very few women, so I brought most of them home again!

On Friday I was asked if I'd say something about Palm Sunday in church on Sunday. I'd written about the associated customs and traditions in the church newsletter, so I thought I'd do something a bit different. I wrote a piece from the viewpoint of someone in the crowd on the first Palm Sunday. And then I practised it like mad.

It was well received. One lady, an ex am dram person, hugged me and said I presented it wonderfully. Someone else asked if I'd performed it on stage before. "Um, no, I only wrote two days ago!" And lots of nice comments.

This morning I read on Twitter - and then fact-checked - that Cardinal Pizzaballa, the head of the Roman Catholic church in the Holy Land, had been refused entry to the church of the Holy Sepulchre yesterday. Instead he went to Gethsemane and preached. 

Today Jesus weeps once more over Jerusalem. He weeps over this city, which remains a sign of both hope and sorrow, of grace and suffering. He weeps over this Holy Land, still unable to recognize the gift of peace. He weeps for all the victims of a war that seems without end: for divided families, for shattered hopes. But the tears of Jesus are never fruitless. They open our eyes, challenge us, and reveal the truth. 

I have to say the Pope is leading the way in the battle against all wars. 

And, no, I couldn't believe that was the cardinal's name. Even checked to see if it was April 1st.

When your face says it better

Trying to find out when the Zac's pieces were written I searched my blog. It gave me some dates but also a reminder of the writing I did way back when.

There was more of it, more diverse and in-depth, and lots more creative writing too. I've lost the sparkle. Even when I'm in writing group, which I lead, I struggle to come up with anything that seems good any longer. Makes me feel like a fraud. Must do better. Maybe I'll re-read some of my older pieces and seek inspiration.

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After bible study, not this week but the week before, two people mentioned that I'd looked drained, lacking enthusiasm. It was an evening I'd found quite frustrating for a number of reasons but I hadn't realised my emotions were reflected in my face quite so obviously.

I began to say to Husband, "I'd better do a better job of hiding . . ." but then I thought, no, perhaps I shouldn't. That's just wearing a mask and we're encouraged to be honest. And speaking of being honest I was in a meeting with someone and really wanted to disagree with a couple of things, but nodded and said, "Okay." This person is a strong-minded, organised sort. Unlike me!

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Lovely walk this morning with Daughter and Louie. My calves were aching when I got up, as anticipated after bouncing, and I hoped walking, especially up the side of a cliff, would loosen them. Hasn't so far!

Co-ordination? What's that?

A classic comment at bible study last night.

Monty asks, "Who was Herod?"
Answer: "Was he the one who cut off John the Baptist's head the first time?"

As for the cake, I trimmed off the very thin bit, cut the rest in half and put the thin bit on the thick bit, and it tasted fine.

Over the years we, as in the community at Zac's tribal gathering (bible study), have written a number of pieces. Now our corridor is dry and beautifully painted Stu has framed and hung them.

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Yesterday's exercise class was cancelled because the building it's held in needed emergency work, so this morning I attended a bounce class. I did one a long time ago but it was a bit too easy. This one was better. I fear my calves may ache tomorrow. It's only half an hour but it took me a while to steady myself and feel confident enough to let go of the bar. Then the main problem was co-ordination. 

"Tap your foot twice while swinging your arms once each tap."

It's just not possible. My arms would not move until my feet did so doing two of one and one of the other was beyond me. So I just waved everything around anyhow. As the teacher said, "As long as you keep moving."

And we didn't stop for the full thirty minutes.

An afternoon well spent

We've taken two car-loads of rubbish to the tip this afternoon, a mix of garden waste, plastic, glass, and metal. And, and this is the best bit, I was able to erase an unnecessary apostrophe on a sign while I was there.

Meanwhile, the men came to do the bit of garden for me.

The storage box and water butt will have to go back on it when it's settled but, at least, it's now accessible and looking rather lovely. (Husband says, yes, the storage box has to go back there.)

While the afternoon could be considered a success the same can't be said for the morning's cooking. A birthday cake for Zac's tomorrow evening.

I am going to have to be very creative when I ice this cake! I'm thinking either a scroll or I'll cut it in half and plonk one bit on top of the other.

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I've decided to try and stay off the computer on Sundays and, instead, to do things that bring me pleasure or are relaxing or both. If the computer's on I'm inclined to sit in front of it regardless. 

So yesterday, as well as starting a new jigsaw, I binge-watched The Other Bennett Sister. I'm also reading a book called A Fortune Most Fatal by Jessica Bull, in which Jane Austen investigates the mystery of a strange interloper. With everyone called either Jane, Elizabeth, or Mary, I have no idea where fiction ends and reality begins, when, of course, reality doesn't begin because it's all fiction.

Husband and I are also watching Young Sherlock, which I am very much enjoying except for the fact that 'Moriarty' is also in The Other Bennett Sister.

Almost there

So yesterday I took someone from church for her hospital appointment, then met with the other trustee of Zac's where we were forced to make a difficult decision about money. (Basically we haven't got enough!)

Then it was off to Daughter's to childmind the three grandchildren while Daughter and Son-in-law went out for a meal and to the pictures to celebrate Sil's birthday. We ate Domino's pizza sitting on the couch.

Today it was the art workshop. A few people who'd booked didn't turn up but twenty-six of us had a great time. 

And here's my finished artwork, which looks better from a distance!

While the background dried we were able to do a water-colour card. You can't see it very well but the inside of my egg is very pale green. I shall probably write Happy Easter in the middle.

And now we're waiting for the arrival of the other two grands who're sleeping over tonight while their parents go to a party.

"Do you want to sleep in the same room or separate?" I asked them.

"Same room," said GrandSon3.

"Different rooms," said GrandSon1.

And so it begins.

I think I shall mostly sleep tomorrow.

Falling on deaf ears

Husband and I had a lovely walk this afternoon around Clyne Gardens. Lovely after the first ten or fifteen minutes that is. For all of that time Husband was grumbling at me, mainly about my idea of gardening.

"You move everything and then just pile it up and leave it!"

My explanation that it was all in piles ready to go to the tip/recycling site fell on deaf ears. Finally the worm turned and I said, "Well, perhaps if you got up from your stupid computer game and did something it would help!"

Because of his heart, feet, chest, eye problems, I've been reluctant to nag him to do anything for, well, a couple of years. But he's better now so he can jolly well get a grip!

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Up early this morning - probably why I was so tetchy - to put in a morning shift at Zac's, then came home and made banana and chocolate chip bread, bara brith, and chocolate raisin slice, ready for the art workshop on Saturday. I'm out all day tomorrow so had to get ahead of myself.