I’ve now completely dropped off the list of recent posts so it must be time for a brief round up.
I’m meant to be knuckling down to work on my 25000 word dissertation, but things are slow going at the moment. We are starting to get ready for the move to St North’s. Rusk is nearly 10 months and almost crawling, although I’ve been saying that since before Christmas. The vestments are pretty much all made, just waiting to be paid for and so waiting for my diocese to send me the money. One of the cats worried us last weekend by disappearing for 3 days. She was back by 5.30am on Monday morning though. That is about it on the news front.
I have been indulging in a fair amount of reading recently:
RC 8 – Robin Shelton – Allotted Time. The subtitle says it all really: Twelve months, two blokes, one shed, no idea. Great diary of two blokes trying to grow vegetables. Very funny.
RC 9 – Victoria Hislop – The Island. Very interesting novel centring round one family’s links to a leper colony. Thoroughly recommend this.
RC 10 – Quanta A. Ahmed MD – Invisible Women. This I think was a free e-book in the library thing early reviewers scheme. If not, I don’t quite remember where I downloaded it from. Autobiographical account of one woman practising medicine in Saudi Arabia. The cultural and religious detail is fascinating and her journey into deeper understanding of her Muslim heritage is moving.
RC 11 – William Styron – Sophie’s Choice. Now I am fairly sure this book counts as proper literature. I didn’t particularly enjoy the book, but I can see that it is very cleverly written. I think the reason I didn’t enjoy it is that I wasn’t really interested in the narrator’s story, just in the flashbacks to Sophie’s story. Anyway, I got to the end of it, mainly thanks to a very long train journey where the only alternative was reading journal articles for my dissertation.
RC 12 – Eoin Colfer – The Supernaturalist. A cut above the Artemis Fowl books, which I love. Reading this makes me think that Colfer might actually do a pretty good job on the next Hitchhiker book. While not quite as quirky as Douglas Adams, he has a good balance of dark and light and a pervading sense of doom which might work well. The characters are drawn sketchily, but still seemed real. Very good sci-fi.
I went on my annual cheese quest to find some white stilton. No joy at T*sco, even when asking at the cheese counter. After several other cheese shops, I ended up at a very, very nice shop stocking many fine cheeses including Stinking Bishop. After sampling (and then buying) some smoked Caerphilly and some goat’s cheese called Rachel’s V, I asked about procuring some white stilton. Not having any in stock, and not being the first person to enquire, the proprietor rang up her supplier. It turns out that “artisan cheese makers don’t approve of white stilton” and consider it rather inferior cheese. Ah well, I shall look forward to telling Ma that. It is her influence that makes me go in search of it. There really is no better cheese to accompany mince pies. We’ve made do with Lancashire, but it isn’t quite right.
On Christmas morning Rusk and I were the only ones up and there was a fair bit that needed doing to food before Church. I therefore found myself sitting on the living room floor, peeling vegetables, surrounded by pans of water, toys and a small boy. Quite surreal.
Rusk’s favourite toy from Christmas was a rattle costing 50p. He chooses it above all other toys. He has figured out how to stay sitting up for a while by himself and is starting to get frustrated at not being mobile. People keep telling me that crawling won’t be far away.
On Boxing Day, the turkey was waiting to be disassembled, having been stashed in an absent neighbour’s fridge overnight. The only place that the cats don’t go is by the kitchen sink. For some reason they completely ignore that part of the kitchen. I now discover that Nemesis Cat, Es and Seph’s mortal enemy, has no such scruples. The turkey was surrounded by muddy paw prints. Thankfully it was well wrapped so Nemesis Cat made only a small incursion before being discovered red-pawed.
My lovely sister-in-law gave me some port in a wooden gift case. It took Mr F and I nearly half an hour to get into it. Is this some kind of plot to prevent alcoholics from getting an easy fix? We finally figured out that you had to slide a piece of wood to a particular place and then bend another piece of wood. Voila! The first piece sprang aside and the bottles were accessible.
I will post a picture tomorrow of my present from Ma and Pa. I know that it will make one particular person drool or covet. And on that note I think I will bid you all good night.
Mr F is not at work today since he had an appointment to take his Mum and Dad back to the railway station. He has now whisked Rusk off to nursery and will then do the weekly shopping. I therefore have 3 hours of unexpected time. Marvellous.
I’m still signed off college, although starting to miss it. My aim for this week is to build up gradually to managing a full day of stuff.
I think I will go and read 5 weeks worth of the Church Times. I got a bit behind when they cancelled my subscription for 3 weeks and I’ve never quite made it up.
College quiet day today. I left my computer and current seminar paper at home and spent the day reading and knitting. Lovely!
The books I finished reading were Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger (he of Catcher in the Rye) and Busy Christian Living by Emma Ineson. Both excellent, although I think it might make more sense to read the others in the Glass family series before F&Z.
Now, you know that seminar paper I mentioned… best get back to it.
Well, it is half term after all and what better thing to do than go on a trip to see friends. Rusk and I (and a mountain of paraphernalia you would not believe) will be taking to the motorways tomorrow. Note to self: Don’t get done for speeding on the M25.
Having just received an email from the lovely Wibsite gurus, it looks like I have picked a good few days to go away. Maybe when I am back the sparkling new wibsite will be up and running. I’m really looking forward to getting my teeth into WordPress – such a geek, sorry.
In the mean time I am waiting in for the tv repair man, in the hope that he will resurrect the cable box before 5.30pm. 5.30pm being the golden hour of Space Pirates followed by bathtime. Rusk gets very cranky unless there is something to distract him before his bath. I must also finish my sermon for Sunday: still in the rumination stage (which as well as munching on thoughts in my head includes munching on chocolate digestives too) at the moment.
Enjoy your weekends, whatever you may be doing.
Hurrah, it is half term!
This means that I have some time to sit at my desk and work rather than running about all over college from one thing to the next. My current essay is on Revelation Chapter 14. My goodness there are some weird people in the world writing on Revelation.
In a pleasant contrast, I am off to spend this afternoon at the nursery with Rusk (oh and about 8 other little ones too).
Kudos to Maddie… It was indeed 2 Corinthians. The translation is done and there is no crèche today so all is well. I must just go and photocopy the 5 pages of notes I have come up with so the rest of the group can tear it to pieces.
In other news today, I forgot to take Rusk’s sweet potato out of the fridge this morning. Hence I have driven to college, sworn a lot, driven home, cursing the traffic as I went, then driven back again. Very cross now because it made me miss Chapel.
Things are looking up though. Thanks to a tip-off, we found a high chair reduced from £70 to £17. Plus I have 2 hours of lectures this afternoon on feminist ideology. Hmmm is that a good thing?
I’m trying to work on my Greek translation for tomorrow, but the soundtrack from crèche is rather distracting.
All together now…
Our God is a great big God
I’m sure if St Paul had heard that particular chorus he would have leapt at the simple concept and catchy rhythm. Sadly, he decided to riff on Exodus 34 instead. Prizes* for anyone who works out what I am translating.
Oh help… If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands. I am going to retaliate with something eclectic from my current playlist.
*well maybe not actual prizes, but kudos at the very least.
Well sweet potato is a hit with Rusk. There is an element of orange goo around the place, but that is only to be expected. I have bought better bibs now in the interests of avoiding him being covered in the stuff.
At the risk of boring those without children…
High Chairs say ‘suitable for babies who can sit up unsupported’. Rusk can’t quite manage that yet. What am I meant to use until he can? The bouncy chair he has had from birth is no good any more because he can now throw himself forwards and is on the verge of falling out.
Good literary works are those marked by, among other things, structural order and symmetry, complex systems of images, and creative verbal texture. These qualities generate a sense of aesthetic satisfaction. Textual complexities, however, are held together within a sophisticated, harmonious whole. These types of text, with every part fitting harmoniously together, serve as a kind of microcosmic pattern of the individual’s need to structure his or her own existence into a harmonious whole. In some manner, therefore, the complex, yet harmonious literary work becomes a balm for our psyches
Translation: reading good books makes you happy
[Edit – I should of course have mentioned that this is from p215 W.R. Tate: Biblical Interpretation, an Integrated Approach. Hendrickson]