Blogging as procrastination, a happy and feckless way to spend a chilly Saturday afternoon when I should be writing up more travel reviews and feature captions. Thumping grunge beat circa 1990 Nirvana-style from the sports fields across the road where youngsters are playing sport and gathering for an evening of fun and partying.
the BB is full of Aha! moments leaping off the page to grab my attention when I am ready to pay attention
changed the template on this very private recovery blog which now looks much less klutzy
had an argument with elderly retired Presbyterian minister but wasn’t rude and called him back when he put the phone down on me. I can only do so much work on his thesis and no more.
delicious homebaked bread with strong cheese and slices of ripe tomato
the blessings of health, so that I could tease Una when she pulled something in her back, knowing she doesn’t need to see a doctor at the moment.
helpful suggestions on finding a new sponsor from RB
courage from the Spirit to carry on with my own harrowing inventory in Step 4
synchronicity of thought and likemindedness and inspiration in other blogs, notably Scott W’s Attitude of Gratitude
Talked with Annemarie W who is beginning her new Bible study next week, both of us pleased her gentle persistence has paid off. She was afraid her partner Roy, who has heart problems, would be distraught if she withdrew from the church. But there appears to be no opposition to the study. And Jim S, the somewhat rigid evangelical elder and former insurance salesman who more or less owns the church doesn’t seem to mind. Well, perhaps he does but can’t stop her.
Now I shall go back to Hiran Desai’s novel The Inheritance of Loss, a way of expanding my cultural and imaginative horizons. Cold fingers on the keyboard, hotwater bottle wrapped in a mohair rug on my lap.