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The hermit emerges... slowly...
Aug. 14th, 2021 08:37 amMany months ago, when we expected lockdown to end in June, I agreed to lead the service at St Michael's this Sunday. It's probably the safest of the three because a) the congregation are mostly elderly, so will have had both jabs and b) it's possible to get it well ventilated.
Then my mother rang and asked me to go up today. At first I said 'yes' but then I thought - buses = People, two days out with People = Rosa not feeling safe. So I've put the family visit off until next Saturday.
My home tests continue to be negative, which they bloody-well should be given that I am avoiding as much contact with People as possible :D On a side note, the new pack is arranged much more conveniently than the previous one. I'll take a test on Monday (after the church visit and before the office visit).
The garden furniture arrived the other day. The son put up the table and couch but ran into difficulty with the chairs. I put one up with no issues (well, other than taking ages to work out which back leg went where), but the second one was really hard. It was as if just one piece was a millimeter out somewhere - which should be impossible because all the pieces are cut by machines. Anyway, the son and I managed to wrestle it into submission in the end and we now have our nice new furniture out in the garden. It's encouraging me to sit out there more, too, which can only be a good thing.
The only problem there is that I keep thinking of all the things I want to do with the garden rather than just enjoy it as it is. I am trying to look at it like God looks at the world (or even the individual). Yes, there is work that needs to be done (so much!), but it is still beautiful right now, already beloved without having to be perfect. If we had to be perfect before God loved us, we'd be in a VERY sorry state of affairs!
The shady corner is going to be our new rockery and I'm going to prepare the ground when I'm off work the week after next, so at least I can feel I'm making some progress towards getting it 'perfect'. And, of course, gardens are the type of thing that are really never finished.
Then my mother rang and asked me to go up today. At first I said 'yes' but then I thought - buses = People, two days out with People = Rosa not feeling safe. So I've put the family visit off until next Saturday.
My home tests continue to be negative, which they bloody-well should be given that I am avoiding as much contact with People as possible :D On a side note, the new pack is arranged much more conveniently than the previous one. I'll take a test on Monday (after the church visit and before the office visit).
The garden furniture arrived the other day. The son put up the table and couch but ran into difficulty with the chairs. I put one up with no issues (well, other than taking ages to work out which back leg went where), but the second one was really hard. It was as if just one piece was a millimeter out somewhere - which should be impossible because all the pieces are cut by machines. Anyway, the son and I managed to wrestle it into submission in the end and we now have our nice new furniture out in the garden. It's encouraging me to sit out there more, too, which can only be a good thing.
The only problem there is that I keep thinking of all the things I want to do with the garden rather than just enjoy it as it is. I am trying to look at it like God looks at the world (or even the individual). Yes, there is work that needs to be done (so much!), but it is still beautiful right now, already beloved without having to be perfect. If we had to be perfect before God loved us, we'd be in a VERY sorry state of affairs!
The shady corner is going to be our new rockery and I'm going to prepare the ground when I'm off work the week after next, so at least I can feel I'm making some progress towards getting it 'perfect'. And, of course, gardens are the type of thing that are really never finished.
