It’s easy when you’re aware of all that’s wrong in the world to feel despondent. But two things I’ve read over the last week have warmed my heart.
In the aftermath of the controversial vote in the Church of England’s General Synod to continue with the status quo and not consecrate women bishops, my facebook and twitter feeds have been full of disappointment and hurt. I think quite a few of my readers know @RevArun from twitter, I read this and I have to say in the midst of the gloom it raised a smile:
“Just been told my 4 year old daughter’s response was to shout “it’s a disgrace” on being told of #synod result by my wife.”
And then I read a blog post which brought a tear to my eye. Dianne is someone who started commenting on my old Glasgow photo blog a few years ago, and when I returned to her blog to say thank you I loved her blog and her writing and her take on life, and she has become one of my favourite online buddies. The last few years the blog has been enhanced with the regular adventures and words of wisdom of her granddaughter Hope. A couple of weeks ago Dianne and her family and neighbourhood were in the midst of coping with Hurricane Sandy, which was a real worry, and she talked a bit about it on the blog once she got power back. The last word though has to go to Hope: 3 year old wisdom.
It’s so easy to be cynical the longer you see the world and some of the numpties who run it, but these two examples of strong, cool girls have given me so much hope that the future can be better.
My poor neglected blog! Apologies (to my one remaining reader) for radio silence, it’s not that nothing’s been happening, just that work etc has been busy busy busy so nothing interesting is happening 🙂
Work is going well, I’m really enjoying it, but it is very full on (which is good) and I’ve had to do a fair few evening interviews recently. What is good is that I am building enough time in lieu to be able to leave an hour early a few times a week and go to the gym; this and the diet is (generally) going well and I only have another few pounds to go and I’ll have lost a stone from when I was at my heaviest earlier this year. So that’s good.
My two OU courses have started up again, so that’s all extra work, and they have asked me to consider taking on another one, just for one year while the regular tutor has a sabbatical, starting in February 2013. Good points would be: level 3 and public health course would look great on my CV, even if it is only a year; the money would be welcome of course; the course is interesting; and because it runs from Feb-Oct and my other courses are Oct-June it means that I would still have a bit of extra money coming in over the summer (I know I have my job so it’s not like I’m not paid at all for those three months, but I do notice each summer when I don’t get paid for the OU work). Less good points would be: I’m working full-time and doing two OU courses on top of that, and there would be 5 months where this one would overlap with those; I’m knackered and would like to have a bit of a life despite loving what I’m doing. I’m not sure which way I’ll choose yet – but anyway it was nice to be asked, it was a little bit of affirmation which never goes amiss.
I now have the week off work, but will mainly be trying to write an article (I have signed up to #acwrimo or academic writing month on twitter, to try and get myself into gear for getting myself published; this is really important to me both professionally and personally). So I’ll probably be going back to work for a break! But anyway it *is* nice to not have to get up at 6am and deal with Scotrail for a few days, and I will make sure I go out for a good brisk walk each day, weather permitting.
Last year someone sent me a random CD and I have never ever found out who sent it (if it was you, thank you!).
Today another CD arrived in the post, with no note or anything. I have no idea if it is from the same person or someone else – this time it is a worship CD, by the Rend Collective Experiment (I must admit I have never heard of them – will listen to it soon). If it is from you, thank you – please do identify yourself!
This highlights the ongoing destruction caused by the vile Donald Trump and his vanity project ruining the Aberdeenshire coast. It doesn’t seem to let us embed YouTube videos any more, so here’s the link:
Donald Trump does Bohemian Rhapsody.
Today has been a bit sucky (understatement) – no details, just for me to look back one day and remember. Definitely ‘bollocks to Valentine’s Day’ today. I’m so very thankful for HD, he’s the best, every day not just Feb 14th.
I am still here, and actually still taking pictures, but internet is still an issue (I’m hoping to get that sorted out later today; in the meantime I am back in Glasgow making the most out of the fact that I didn’t cancel the Glasgow internet direct debit in time). I could have uploaded my pictures from the last week, but forgot to bring my card reader, so that delight will have to wait a bit longer (no crying at the back please).
In short: we have moved, the house is lovely but it feels like the boxes and unpacking is neverending, neighbours seem nice, area seems nice, we had a takeaway the first night we were in which was a bit disappointing (especially after having Anarkali so close in Glasgow!), the commute isn’t great but is bearable, I’ve some job interviews coming up and also some applications to do (another task for today while I have the internet, along with downloading and marking more essays), and we still haven’t found our Christmas tree (which disappeared a couple of days ago, we assumed in storage but possibly not. Very curious).
I could sleep for a week.
I’m not currently drinking any alcohol (inspired by Sigrun’s booze-free year last year, I’m doing the same this year). Apart from the day of my PhD viva I’ve not touched a drop since New Year’s Eve. To be honest I’m not really missing it at all – I’ve had the odd twinge of vaguely fancying a drink (mainly at Womad, where at one point watching a band in a field having a pint would have been just perfect), but other than that, not really at all.
HD is the whisky fan here. These two cases contain(ed) a bottle each of Smokehead. I must admit, I love the smell of whisky, but still can’t manage more than a couple of sips. I love these cases though.
This is the same view as 15th September, but with a somewhat different sky colour, sadly.
A random experiment. This is a £5 note, taken through one of HD’s stressballs.
This is so so so so minor in the scheme of things, but was such a rare event I wanted to preserve it for posterity. When I update my antivirus or am waiting for something to download on my computer then quite often I will play Hearts. I’m not a gamer at all, Hearts and Minesweeper do me fine and I wouldn’t bother to buy any, this is fine for the odd minute here and there. But in all my years of playing Hearts (my lodger taught me it in London, so probably 7 or 8 years), this is the only time I’ve ever managed to win with a score of 0 (my previous best was 3, and I’d only done that once, a couple of years ago). So you’ll forgive me for being very happy about it!
Here it is in closeup! 😀
As reported to me by a mum in the clinic yesterday: her sister’s children were devastated after being taken to the local shopping centre to see Santa – just in time to see him being stretchered off into a waiting ambulance (he’d obviously had a funny turn).
I don’t remember ever particularly believing in Santa (I mean, I always knew all my presents were from mum and dad, aunts and grandparents etc), but I’ve seen it in little kids so I know the belief really is there. How traumatic a sight would Santa on a stretcher be?!
(I’m afraid I laughed at the thought. But do hope that he’s OK).