What’s the Story in Dalamory

Yes – Monday is still my day off. So I am going to the big city…..Glasgow.
Catch you later.

I sit with my dog and watch her listening, seeing, enjoying
her world.

I sit with my God and know him listening, seeing, enjoying
me.
May you know your God with you this day.

I have just finished reading a Peter James thriller – Dead Simple. It is one of those awful books with lots of twists that you can’t put down. The trouble now is that I am looking over my shoulder all the time. Unfortunately, I have always had problems separating fiction and real life. And of course the media would have us all believe that the baddies are more prevalent than the good.

Naturally, I want to read some more of James. Detective novels are designed to be like that – leaving the reader always wanting to know more.

Oh how grateful I was for the ministrations and scalpel of the Happy Feet Operative yesterday. This is the chiropodist who looks younger than son no 3, and who went to High School with him. He looked suitably sympathetic when I explained that it was difficult to bend down to reach the toe-nails. As the NHS deem a three-month visit sufficient, there comes a time in the interim when there is nothing for it but to grunt and groan through the effort of cutting the said nails. He was doing very well at the sympathy, but blue it by grinning and agreeing when I said that it would help if I lost 2 stones and took up yoga.

This is a whole new game…. No it is not something unmentionable –
it is doggy toothpaste. The question I have is this: how can it
taste of meat and give fresh breath?

Have had a nasty tummy bug over the last day or two. I shall spare you the details, except to say that nowadays it takes me longer to get over such things.

What do you do with a puppy on a day when the snow is melting and the slush is too much for her? Answer – go for a picnic. We drove nine miles to Loch Etive, tramped along the beach getting soaked (at least it was below the snowline); I fell over – no harm done. Then we all had a cup of tea and drove home.

Result – one tired Misty and two less stir-crazy humans.

It seems to have snowed everywhere in Scotland.
Misty likes it – I am less enamoured.

Tomorrow is like a Sunday Off as I am not preaching. Lovely to be able to listen to someone else leading worship in church. And to have the space to sit quietly and pray for friends and loved ones. As I write this on Saturday evening, the snow is drifting down and I am reminded of the phone call I received earlier – one of the sons saying that Dalamory would soon be cut off in the snow. Let’s hope he is wrong.

Yes – on a sun-lounger. Here is Misty for the benefit of
those who cannot see her live on webcam…..