The water came back on after lunch. Twenty minutes later the electricity went off. So I gave up and went to the metropolis. Oban in other words……..
Everything now seems to be working…..so I can get clean!
So which is more worthy of note – the stag browsing the leaves off a young tree just outside the garden, or the fact that we have no water supply?
The stag has now gone and the water has not yet come.
Just another ordinary day – a rainy day unfortunately. Still, I suppose that means more of an excuse (were one needed) to try and make some sense of The Sixth Lamentation…..
This is a story about a sleepy cat
Inert and limp it lay
almost as if sleeping.
But no breath and no warmth,
obscene almost in its brilliant green and yellow
dashed against the dark brown earth……
A siskin, having tried to fly into the window. Looks as if I may have to invest in the RSPB hawk scarers, though I don't want to lose the beauty of so many garden birds. I am sure it was not Fox, (the ginger tom) – he is getting lazier as he gets older and merely lies and looks.
The Danish philosopher Kierkegaard wrote the following prayer …..
Father in heaven, when the thought of you wakes in our hearts,
let it not wake like a frightened bird
that flies about in dismay,
but like a child waking from its sleep
with a heavenly smile.
Amen to that.
It has been mainly a damp week in Dalamory. a gale past through in the night, but more is forecast for the next few days, and guess who is sailing up to the Western Isles in the coming week.
No surprises for realising it is not me! Him Behind the Wheel is off with friends delivering a boat from Kilmelford to Tarbert, Harris. Sooner him than me.
I'm into reading anything lying around at the moment, so am two thirds of the way through a fascinating novel about the B17 Flying Fortress bombers of World War II. It has been making me think of all the people I've known in parishes who were flyers in that war. Many of them didn't want to talk about it. No wonder. It shaped a whole generation and separated out the important from the trivial in life.
It sounds as if I am saying that war is formative and therefore in some way useful, and of course that is not what I mean at all. But it does make me wonder what memories and nightmares today's armed forces will carry with them into old age.
Talking of Bambi………
As a 3 or 4 year old my mother took me to see the Disney Film. When Bambi got trapped in the forest fire and his mother was killed, I howled the place down and had to be taken outside. What a troubled childhood!
I always did take films too seriously.
I've got a copy of the new church hymnary (CH4) and am playing my way through it bit by bit. It has taken a while for me to get used to the not-quite-big-enough print of the music score. But it is a bit much to have to resort to bulldog clips and rubber bands to keep the pages open. OK so I am turning into a grouse, but if Kevin Mayhew can produce decent sized music books that stay open at the page you want, why can't the Church of Scotland instruct Canterbury Press to do the same?
Grrrrrrr……………
