DAILY DIARY.
Last week being so hectic I thought I should do a daily dairy again. Okay I am one day late already. SUNDAY was a blessing. It had some interesting moments. Like only one guitarist out of three arriving. And his guitar refused to tune itself. A second did arrive, and a new person on the sound desk who actually is a sound engineer. That worked. And there were people there who didn’t run off for mothers’ day parties.
For years we have had a notice on the screen suggesting people be quiet as they prepare for worship. That didn’t work. Sunday - the new one says; “We’ve tried to get you to be quiet before church. That didn’t work. So enjoy yourself as you prepare together” – or words to that effect. There were people who found that funny. The message worked. You can read it at bbpsermons. And the song which I had not sung for more than 30 years. A wonderful morning really. Praying that there will be fruit.
At home the phone rang – Specsavers reminding me I have an appointment Monday. (Did they read about me forgetting the concert last week?). We did remember that the car was about to run out of petrol. On that trip noticed that someone had almost destroyed the neighbour’s fence at church. That’s why the signs say - “park front in only” so as not to reverse into the fence again (which has been replaced at considerable cost). So I interrupt the tea-time and ask the three people who ignored the signs to sort it out. The lady with the very long car realizes the problem. The others are indifferent. The man with the red car starts debating the sign. I explain we ask all to conform as eventually someone will forget and bash the fence. He says his car is small and has reverse lights. I ask him if he argues with the police about the rules. That didn’t work. Suggest if he doesn’t like the rules he park on the street. He does. (Prof Alfie Rooks always said people in red cars were dangerous. Until I arrived one day in my orange car. He stopped saying that.) Of course the lady with two dogs in the car parked in the “No Parking” place (blocking access for us) seemed to think that the rules don’t apply on Sundays. I got her to move into the vacated place of the previously almost-bashing-down-the-fence car. Front in first. Her dogs did not complain that the view wasn’t as nice. She did not argue. Much.
Decided I should never drive past the church on Sunday afternoons. Went back to the garage to use the almost-expired half-price car wash ticket. After seeing real soap on the car decided that the previous car wash had failed. Explained to the man that last time I had not got my money’s worth. He says I should say so on the day. I say – how do I know what is not working unless I see when it does work? Like the soap in abundance today. He gives me a free voucher – probably to get rid of me.
So mothers’ day is in the midst of all this. One son buys lunch. The other arrives for dinner and a jolly time is had by all. I am rejoicing that I have found new shoes to replace the ones my eldest “borrowed” last time for work. So he says last night: “have you got some shoes for me so I can go straight to work” etc. Much hilarity. They have no idea why I am laughing my head off at dinner. I clean the shoes and of course they fit him. Again. Mind you my new ones are a better shape – which relates to the reason why I had those aborted blood tests – my swollen foot. I will be able to see the blood test results today on the fancy portal. Before the doctor. Not that I will have a clue what they mean.
What a wonderful day. It’s Monday today. I’ve listened to dear friends and what tough weekends they have had. How easy my life is. I won’t forget the appointment. And I will update you as we go along. Did I tell you I have two funerals on Thursday? Husband and wife. Please pray for the family. More later. Here endeth the daily diary…. Not a sacred diary. Just mine… Sunday done.
Last week being so hectic I thought I should do a daily dairy again. Okay I am one day late already. SUNDAY was a blessing. It had some interesting moments. Like only one guitarist out of three arriving. And his guitar refused to tune itself. A second did arrive, and a new person on the sound desk who actually is a sound engineer. That worked. And there were people there who didn’t run off for mothers’ day parties.
For years we have had a notice on the screen suggesting people be quiet as they prepare for worship. That didn’t work. Sunday - the new one says; “We’ve tried to get you to be quiet before church. That didn’t work. So enjoy yourself as you prepare together” – or words to that effect. There were people who found that funny. The message worked. You can read it at bbpsermons. And the song which I had not sung for more than 30 years. A wonderful morning really. Praying that there will be fruit.
At home the phone rang – Specsavers reminding me I have an appointment Monday. (Did they read about me forgetting the concert last week?). We did remember that the car was about to run out of petrol. On that trip noticed that someone had almost destroyed the neighbour’s fence at church. That’s why the signs say - “park front in only” so as not to reverse into the fence again (which has been replaced at considerable cost). So I interrupt the tea-time and ask the three people who ignored the signs to sort it out. The lady with the very long car realizes the problem. The others are indifferent. The man with the red car starts debating the sign. I explain we ask all to conform as eventually someone will forget and bash the fence. He says his car is small and has reverse lights. I ask him if he argues with the police about the rules. That didn’t work. Suggest if he doesn’t like the rules he park on the street. He does. (Prof Alfie Rooks always said people in red cars were dangerous. Until I arrived one day in my orange car. He stopped saying that.) Of course the lady with two dogs in the car parked in the “No Parking” place (blocking access for us) seemed to think that the rules don’t apply on Sundays. I got her to move into the vacated place of the previously almost-bashing-down-the-fence car. Front in first. Her dogs did not complain that the view wasn’t as nice. She did not argue. Much.
Decided I should never drive past the church on Sunday afternoons. Went back to the garage to use the almost-expired half-price car wash ticket. After seeing real soap on the car decided that the previous car wash had failed. Explained to the man that last time I had not got my money’s worth. He says I should say so on the day. I say – how do I know what is not working unless I see when it does work? Like the soap in abundance today. He gives me a free voucher – probably to get rid of me.
So mothers’ day is in the midst of all this. One son buys lunch. The other arrives for dinner and a jolly time is had by all. I am rejoicing that I have found new shoes to replace the ones my eldest “borrowed” last time for work. So he says last night: “have you got some shoes for me so I can go straight to work” etc. Much hilarity. They have no idea why I am laughing my head off at dinner. I clean the shoes and of course they fit him. Again. Mind you my new ones are a better shape – which relates to the reason why I had those aborted blood tests – my swollen foot. I will be able to see the blood test results today on the fancy portal. Before the doctor. Not that I will have a clue what they mean.
What a wonderful day. It’s Monday today. I’ve listened to dear friends and what tough weekends they have had. How easy my life is. I won’t forget the appointment. And I will update you as we go along. Did I tell you I have two funerals on Thursday? Husband and wife. Please pray for the family. More later. Here endeth the daily diary…. Not a sacred diary. Just mine… Sunday done.
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