Maybe a day for the big city and tackling the sales. In reality that probably means one sale – Marks and Spencer.
An extract from my journal…..
Another frosty, crystal, sparkly day – one perfect for resolve and hope. Blue water, frost spattered peat transformed from murky darkness to glittery crunchiness.
Hmmm…… so not only was I over the top with words, I also had lots of hope……along with four small children!
Happy New Year to you and yours.
I said to the man who stood at the Gate of the Year,
“Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.”
And he replied, “Go out into the darkness,
and put your hand into the Hand of God.
That shall be to you better than light,
and safer than a known way.”‘
From The Desert by Mini Louise Haskins
The year and I are creaking together
What do you expect with this kind of weather?
The days still too short
Thank goodness for port
The holidays don’t last forever…….
2006 creaks towards its ending. I suppose that means that I am creaking towards my own ending. Such maudlin thoughts often come around at this time of year, especially as I think of all those who have passed on. We need the happy thoughts of the renewal of the new year. Time to consider whether it is worth thinking of new year resolutions. As a teenager I always tried to start writing a diary every day; it usually pegged out around the end of January. When I switched to writing a journal as and whenever I felt like it, I ended up with entries most days. The trouble is that they are not of literary worth, being more of a series of moans and groans and comments upon how I was dealing with life. There are bright spots of course, but it is true that one often writes more when one is challenged by daily living.
Blogging is not quite the same. Inevitably, we write for a wider audience, though it is easy to delude oneself. I am often surprised when somebody says they have read my blog. Even more unsettling is when one of the family says they read the blog to know what I am up to!
Washing Day.
Well it’s marginally better than the post-Christmas sales.
In the event, we kept on travelling yesterday – coming south out of frosty sunshine into drizzle put thoughts of stopping out of our heads. We got home too exhausted to completely unpack the campervan – except for food of course. Son #3 and his girl-friend have now gone away and all is calm. Pity the dog doesn’t think so. She keeps running around looking for Bracken, Kes and Bug (Son #2’s three dogs – Bug being a twelve-week old Jack Russell.) The cat is experiencing rather overmuch loving and being jumped on for his taste.
As for me……… well I am having a total Day Off and enjoying it thoroughly.
Happy Recovery Day to everyone else.
Travelling again today and camping overnight in mid-winter…….. Magic!
Happy Birthday to Jesus.
Because God’s Son is born as one of us, things really are different.
A happy and joyful Christmas to all readers.
Christmas Eve and I miss working. I miss taking services, rushing round the Oldies and finishing off presents at home. Still, I can relax and enjoy northern skies and other people’s cooking. This is the first Christmas we have been away for 16 years or so……
A sudden thought…… I am now one of the Oldies.
