Nothing really to write about. Nothing really. I could write about our shiny new house, with palatial style bathroom, I could write about my new job and all the questions of identity that little number throws up. I could write about elections, Obama and the joy of someone who is a little bit articulate becoming in charge of the good old U S of A. Or how he’s probably imperfect and flawed and it’s about time we were realistic about our leaders. I could write about how strange it is not to be doing full time Christian work anymore, I could write about my new obsession with Life on Mars. I could write about the endless wondering in my head trying to understand the space between the question and the answer, the questions of how on earth we can remain certain whilst retaining so much of the stuff we just don’t know. I could write about how awesome Martyn Joseph was last week, and the way music grabs your soul, squeezes it and leaves you always crying for more. I could write about my friends generosity to me whilst I have been unemployed. But you know what, I think I’ll go to bed instead. Nothing really to write about anyway…
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Last day of pandemic boys at home not schooling. Off to the beach for fun at the park, bikes and scooters meaning I actually got time to talk to my favourite and best over some coffee. 2 days to go. We can do this. And breathe. #beach #blueskies #conversation #coffee #sleepnowpleaseTonight’s activity seems to be making top trumps cards of people the boys know. First up is me. Mummy - Disgustingness - 0 (it was agreed that son2 would score 100) kindness - 100 huggles- 100 Fart smell 10 (out of 10 apparently) and funny - 40 (daddy wins that one with 100, son1 said, it’s just that you’re not that funny mummy... hmm). #toptrumps #atleasttheywrotesomething #rollonmondayRidiculously beautiful world. Soon the sun will rise before I get out of the house but these last weeks of sunrises are proving good for this weary soul. Especially when this line from Karine Polwart’s Four Strong Walls fills me with delight at the nature of my Makers love for me - “I see myself as you see me my friend, oh you put me back together again” #hope #spring #wonder #joy #sunrise #music #balmformywearysoulEven black dog days are made better with sunshine and pretty flowers. Hello spring hope. #blueskies #flowers #hopeSomething is missing... (there was a ramshackle play shed...) now to work out how to fit some trees, wild garden, firepit and seating into this space :) feels like we are moving well beyond early years parenting... #spring #gardenrescue #nextstageofparentingCleared out the garden and found this beauty :) frog or toad? #springcleaning #firstwarmday #springArchives
We missed out on the MJ gig down here. Gutted really.
Delighted to hear you have a job!