It was a cold winter’s weekend and it had been a busy week.
On Friday, Tress and I caught up with Jason and Mel in a pub restaurant in a shopping centre in Burwood. We have been going to the pet friendly shopping centre a fair bit recently, to let the little fellow wander around when the weather is cold and wet. We talked and ate and had a lovely catch up. We talked about Sammi and Brendan’s preparations to head to HK, and about little Abby and her parents. We also talked about the sad case of Jasmine Loo and her being defended by an ex-colleague of mine. Jason and Mel have become our regular catch up company and it is always good. I’ve been keeping them in prayers too, mainly about their reconciliation with Tham Fuan and his wife.
On Saturday, the forecast had been rain but there appeared to be a window of the rain holding off – mainly in the morning. So I took the opportunity to work the gardens. The lawns had not been cared for properly for weeks and they have become unsightly. I had the misfortune of an empty fuel tank in the mower however, and the 3 litres of fuel were purchased at a princely rate of $2.06 a litre. Fuel prices have become a source of pain here in Melbourne.
Tress and I managed to work the gardens and pared back the mess. After over 3 hours, things looked much less messy and we cleaned up and headed for lunch at Brandon Park. We’ve been heading there for lunch on Saturdays in recent weeks, so we kept it up. We then got some groceries, came home and then went to the shopping centre in Burwood again, this time to walk the little fellow. He had had a good walk in the morning, before we started work on the lawns etc., but if he didn’t go for an evening walk, he’d be restless so we took him.
Later that night, we chilled out by feasting on Jack Ryan’s exploits through Myanmar. The last 2 episodes tied up in a neat finish and it turned out to be fun, a bit mindless and saccharine entertainment, which was perfect for two tired bodies needing to wind down.
Sunday at St Alf’s, it was a Ken Fish session on gifts. As expected, the link between gifts and power was emphasised and folks were invited to “come for prayers”. As usual, I sat tight, as I always do, during such events. I felt no inclination to be “empowered”.
Our usual Sunday lunch spot in Donvale has decided to close on Sundays. Good for them, but we then felt a bit lost. We took the easy option and headed to the FHC food court. Yawn, but such is our life at this point I guess, where it isn’t thrills and spills we’re after. Just regular activities in unspectacular spots. No colour needed. Grey is sometimes fine. Life chimes on regardless.
Ante 