Thursday, August 28, 2014

This is today's car technology

Hyundai are obviously not the only car company with this technology.  I imagine in a few years it will be standard and we won't even think about it.  But for now, I think it is amazing.

Friday, August 22, 2014

Ouch! Poor Honey!

My husband and my youngest took Honey for a walk this afternoon and she was attacked by a husky.  Both dogs were on leads at the time but the other owner was busy talking on a mobile phone and didn't control her dog.  Honey received a bite to the face.  It was a horrible thing for my youngest to see.  She's been to the vet and is on antibiotics to prevent infection.  She's not doing badly (she managed to eat tea okay) but I feel awful for her.

It would be lovely

It’s been a very full month. I think I say that every month now. I keep waiting for life to get quieter but that doesn’t seem to be part of this season of life so I think I may as well quit waiting.

Anyway, there’s been much going on. However, given that all the goings on have primarily been in lives of other people that I’m close to as opposed to my own life, I don’t have much I can share about it all. As a result I feel like a cloud heavy with words that does not dare to rain. And it’s been a busy time too so that all the words and all the thoughts and all the feelings seem to be stacking and squeezing and shoving on top of one another to fit inside my head without a chance to have it all sorted out with a good long purge.

But who’d have the time to listen anyway? And I’m conscious of whinging. So best not start.

On the other hand, I feel like there so much unprocessed right now. Like when you are searching for the right word and it’s on the tip of your tongue but you just can’t remember. I feel like if I could just stop… and think… and talk it out, I just might be able to make some sense of all these jumbled feelings and ideas.

Last weekend, I was just weary with it all. Weary. That’s a good word. People I love are in deep waters in a number of different places and situations. And I can’t seem to help much, if at all. The world sometimes makes no sense. And at other times it’s beautiful. But very often it is downright terrifying and depressing. And lately it’s tinged my days with a fragile layer of sadness over top of everything else.

And I just long to talk it all out. So on Sunday night, I sat in the gloom that descends when the last flicker of the TV goes off and sighed. Loudly. And said, for perhaps the hundredth time in the last year, “I miss J.” That other city is all the richer for having her but I am all the poorer for missing her now that she’s moved away. My mind tells me that if only we could have a talk – a really long talk – I'd be able to get all the knots out and be sorted again. But it’s not really true. It would be lovely. But it wouldn’t work.

The truth is, despite my extended case of the poor-me-s, I do have friends who listen. Good friends who listen well. But that is never really enough. It doesn’t truly satisfy. There will always still be that inbuilt longing for one who can understand it all, make sense of it all and feel what I feel from the inside out. There is only one who really satisfies those deep unspoken, unutterable, longings for understanding. Only Jesus is enough.

And so I pray on. For my friends. For wisdom. For peace. Maybe for understanding.

For just going on when we are weary.

For forgiveness and for the grace to forgive.

And I hold tight to hope. Because hope does not disappoint.

Evening Sun - Jon Bryant

Lovely song.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Psalm 121

During a really difficult time, it can be a song that speaks louder than ordinary words. This song was on repeat constantly for me when I was pregnant with my first child. A large tumour, unrelated to the pregnancy, was unexpectedly discovered while I was having my 20 week scan. Days, and much longer nights, were spent lying in hospital waiting for a diagnosis, waiting for surgery, recovering from surgery, waiting for pathology. Often times, this was the last song I played before I slept.

Since that time, I haven’t listened to the song at all. Not because I believe it less or love it less. It’s just that the very sound of it takes me straight back to that time. And it has taken a while (well, a decade) for the intensity of it all to lessen enough for it to bearable.

Now this week I’m reading my friend’s words as she waits in hospital with her own dear one. I’m taken swiftly back. So with much love… here are some words that were precious to me then. Praying for you.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014


Not too long ago, on the road between Bath and Bristol, there was a landslide that closed part of the road.  The necessary detour was adding about an hour to the trip and commuters were getting very frustrated.  Government repairs were estimated to be another five months away before completion. Fed up with the situation, a local man hired a field, brought in some gravel and created a detour which he has set up as a private toll road.  The 2 pounds it cost you to use it is less than the petrol it would cost to go around the long detour.  And thus we have the first private toll road in England in 100 years.

You can read about it more detail here at 22 words.

Monday, August 11, 2014

Seven churches in Antarctica

Did you know there are at least seven churches in Antarctica?  I have to confess, I'd be really tempted to choose my church based primarily on its heating credentials in that environment.  It might be a great sermon, but if I have already frozen to death...

Anyway, check them out here.  I think the wooden Russian one is very beautiful.  But it would be cold.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Monday, August 4, 2014

Saturday, August 2, 2014

A rant about restaurants

Tonight we went out to eat.  This lovely treat was provide for us as a reward from hubby's work.  Regrettably, we had all sat down and begun to order before I clued in that there was a TV up on the wall (with closed captions on so you could read along with the plot) not far from our table.

WHY do they do that?  It's a relatively recent thing and it absolutely grates on me.

Sure enough, our kids spent 98% of the time twisting their necks around to watch the Simpsons.  Grrrrrrr.  I suppose at least they practised their reading (because there was no sound).  But it made for a very boring family dinner.  If I'd wanted to watch my kids watch telly, we all could have done that at home.

I see this phenomena springing up everywhere.  One of our cafes has done it and now I can't take my child there for a little mummy-daughter date because the conversation dies as soon as she sees The Screen.  And last time the grandparents took the kids to McDonald's there was even a TV there!  It was blaring away in the corner as if no child could bear the discomfort of a trip to McD's without entertainment.

I predict the end of civilised conversation as we know it.

So annoying.


Found this notice on a post leading into my local shopping centre.  The local fauna must be more diverse than I thought.

Friday, August 1, 2014

Glasgow and Nelson Mandela

CardsAsGifts alerted me to a great story within the Commonwealth Games Opening Ceremony told by Billy Connolly.  Glasgow had awarded the "Freedom of the city" to Nelson Mandela in 1981 when he was still in prison. In 1986 Glasgow then changed the name of the street St Georges Place to Nelson Mandela Place. This was of most significance because the South African Consulate was in that street and, in the middle of the apartheid regime, they now had to give their address as Nelson Mandela Place on all of their letters, a man who at the time was a political prisoner. Those canny Scots!