I am rushing to the supermarket in my lunch hour and as I am trying to find a parking space an old lady is walking right in the middle of the car park lane, fiddling with her hearing aid and completely oblivious to the fact that she is reducing me and those behind me to crawling along at about 2 kms an hour.
"Silly old idiot" I mutter to myself and then am reminded of Steve's sermon on Sunday morning. about calling a brother an idiot and that words can kill.
So then I mutter "silly old ijit" under my breath! That doesn't work either. Still feel guilty.
One moral of the story:- Never think when you hear something on Sunday morning that it doesn't apply to you, as you will very quickly find out that it does.
Another moral of the story:- Stress and time pressure can affect our attitudes and how we see other people.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Thursday, August 10, 2006
A sad saga!
I'm a prisoner in my own home, trapped inside until Alastair comes home from work.
You see there's a dead chook in the chookhouse and I'm terrified of dead things.
I come home from work, go down to the chookhouse to let the chooks out and there, right by the door is a dead chook! I didn't stop to inspect it closely - I just went rushing inside to text Alastair hoping he would come home straight away to put me out of my misery.
And now I don't want to go outside. I don't want to go and hang some clothes on the clothesline because that is next to the chook house. And I definitely don't want to be thinking about that poor pathetic looking bundle of feathers lying on the floor, right in the way of the other chooks getting out so that they had to walk over it to get out - Yuk and double yuk!
And I keep looking out of the kitchen window - counting the remaining chooks in the chook run to make sure no others have keeled over - not that I am going to go rushing out and do anything about it if one did keel over on me.
Chicken is off the menu for quite a while in this household!
You see there's a dead chook in the chookhouse and I'm terrified of dead things.
I come home from work, go down to the chookhouse to let the chooks out and there, right by the door is a dead chook! I didn't stop to inspect it closely - I just went rushing inside to text Alastair hoping he would come home straight away to put me out of my misery.
And now I don't want to go outside. I don't want to go and hang some clothes on the clothesline because that is next to the chook house. And I definitely don't want to be thinking about that poor pathetic looking bundle of feathers lying on the floor, right in the way of the other chooks getting out so that they had to walk over it to get out - Yuk and double yuk!
And I keep looking out of the kitchen window - counting the remaining chooks in the chook run to make sure no others have keeled over - not that I am going to go rushing out and do anything about it if one did keel over on me.
Chicken is off the menu for quite a while in this household!
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Exam results
I got a B!
Yes, I got a "B" in Old Testament Survey A and I am rapt! A "C" would've been okay but a B is what I was secretly hoping for. A "B" means you passed well, if I had got a "C" I would've wondered if I had only just scraped in.
And I got flowers and chocolates and "well done" from my family.
And I got a B! - just in case you missed it first time round.
Yes, I got a "B" in Old Testament Survey A and I am rapt! A "C" would've been okay but a B is what I was secretly hoping for. A "B" means you passed well, if I had got a "C" I would've wondered if I had only just scraped in.
And I got flowers and chocolates and "well done" from my family.
And I got a B! - just in case you missed it first time round.
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