I’m sitting in my office/spare room, surrounded by piles of books. The dissertation is nearly at an end, but the final few days are proving to be hard going.
Since I can think of nothing else to write about that won’t take up valuable thinking space, here are the books that have reached the top of various piles of stuff on my desk:
- Deadly Innocence: Feminism and the Mythology of Sin – Angela West
- Texts of Terror: Literary-Feminist Readings of Biblical Narratives – Phyllis Trible
- Birth Traditions & Modern Pregnancy Care – Jacqueline Vincent Priya
- The Book of Common Prayer
- Families in Britain – Ed. R.N. Rapoport et al
A question: Can you guess the topic of my dissertation?
Has anyone else played beetle?
I spent a very happy two hours this afternoon, in the company of the good ladies (and gentleman) of the Mothers’ Union, throwing dice and drawing beetles on pieces of card, according to the numbers on the dice. It got quite competitive.
At times I have to stop and check whether I am awake, or in the middle of a very surreal dream. This time I know it wasn’t a dream because I have my beetle card to prove it. (I may upload a photo if I get round to it).
What a week! Finally back on the internet at the other end of the country. Just five more boxes of books (all on theology – how will I ever have time to read them?) to unpack (and a few other odds and ends).
Mr F and Rusk are adjusting well to the new place. The cats are somewhat bemused, but Esme has finally figured out how to jump stairgates so she is generally happier.
Those of you who pray, please remember us over the next couple of weeks as I am ordained deacon and start working here. Please also pray for these parishes!
The bad news: I got lost on the way to work this morning.
The good news: This is because I cycled all the way to the top of the hill, but didn’t know how to get to the correct building when I got there.
More good news: The seat no longer slips down, due to the application of my trusty adjustable spanner.
Feeling very smug now. I am almost a capable cyclist. Just the oiling to figure out now.
As usual, I went to look at the most recently updated wiblogs this morning. Imagine my surprise when I found that I had written my first entry in my sleep last night.
So, er, hello. I am a long-time lurker who has finally plucked up the courage to join in with your lovely wibsite. Thanks for your welcoming comments on the mysterious automatic-wiblog-checker post. I had some teething problems logging in, which is probably why it is there.
I am at work at the moment, so should probably not spend too long crafting the perfect first (well, second really) post. Suffice it to say that I am extremely pleased to be blogging at last (and only a little bit nervous about making a complete fool of myself) and I look forward to a long and happy association with you all.