It has been a wet few days. Sydney had it worse so I’m grateful, not least because of all those extra drinks for the farms and gardens. We managed to do some housekeeping stuff on Saturday morning anyway so that was comforting. After sleeping in a touch, we walked the little fellow for a bit before I started to do some sections of the James Sterling as well as do some edging along the new wooden bits that were laid recently. When I was finishing with the mowing however, the mower’s lever lock that keeps the blades in a certain height, gave way. The pin that locks into the holes appear to have been shared away. I rummaged through some boxes in the shed and found something to hold the elevation at the height I wanted. It kept slipping off but I managed to wrangle it into position long enough to finish the job. The mower needs to go into a repair shop again or I’d have to look for a new mower. This is frustrating as I had just replaced the pole trimmer, but I guess this is what happens to tools after nearly 20 years…
Thankfully, the Dyson that Tress worked on inside the house while I nursed my frustration outside with the gardening tools, help up and the house was fresh and clean when I came back in close to 2pm.
The night before, Tress and I went to the Lebanese place on the top floor of the FHC. It’s the last of the Mohicans – the sole surviving joint of all the food businesses on that floor of the FHC that is christened “The Lodge”. We enjoyed the delicious Lebanese fare, soaked in the busy atmosphere, and had a doggy bag of leftovers when we came home for the Gather Round of the footy.
At St Alf’s on Sunday, I was a bit flat. This church thing – God in general – sometimes feels like a mechanical routine. Him being God and real can feel very head-knowledge, with little to no impact on my emotions and those more tangible senses. I know our emotions and need for the senses can fluctuate so I just went along, knowing the ebb itself will ebb. Hopefully.
Peter spoke about 2 Cor 9 – money – not a common topic for sermons in Anglican circles. The Youth Minister, while giving the Kids Talk, made the point that we don’t skip over difficult or uncomfortable parts of the scriptures, hence the topic for that morning. I guess that helped in more ways than one, as I too, said to myself I can’t just skip over those flat and “is this all real/relevant” emotions. Maybe I need to ask myself if there were underlying reasons why they creep in every now and then.
After St Alf’s we went to Donvale again, then came back to walk the little fellow before the rains came back. I then put the week’s cook into a slow cooker, Tress cooked some long cook red rice, and we headed to The Glen for a bit of window shopping. Tress will be heading to Klang soon and we wanted to see if there were anything we can/wanted to to get for her trip.
We came back just a bit after 4pm, took the little fellow to the oval, and then came back home to pack away the cooked food. As I was cleaning up after, I thought about how flat I will continue to feel, particularly when Tress goes away. I need to deal with that a bit more in the next few days.
Kiddo will hit a milestone birthday soon. I got her an RM Williams voucher and suggested she got those iconic boots. Those boots are so iconic that Aussie PMs wore them when they see US Presidents in the White House, so there you go… She received the voucher and they went shopping, and did pick up those boots. I hope she likes them and will cherish them in the years ahead.
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