Today is a day off! (apart from the 3 hours work I’ve already done)

I’m so glad.  I’m really tired.

Ice_cream Since January, I’ve been working 10 hour days – Metro from 6:45-9:45, Nomads Tent 10-5, and RMPS teaching here and there in between.  It’s been good for me, (fairly) good for my bank balance (which may, even today, finally leap back into the black), and a useful way to charge through the coldest bit of the year.  But now I’m tired.  I want to walk somewhere without rushing to meet the next deadline, I want to be outside, I want to write, I want to read.  It would be nice to have evenings that aren’t full of getting-ready-for-tomorrow and nothing else.  More time for pubs and Maria.

And overall, I’d really like to get outside myself and be less worried about how I’m doing and how I’m feeling, and get on with the real business of being a friend.


I’ve not tended to write very much ‘personal’ stuff on here recently – maybe it’s easier not to – but I thought I’d have a go on this fine morning.

Since Christmas, I’ve been working 10 hours a day, running 3 jobs alongside each other (Metro, teaching, & the Nomads Tent), and it’s done me good to be reminded that all the people I’ve worked for really have benefitted from me being there – when you’re getting turned down at interview after interview, you start to question those kind of things.  So, pretty good.

Then, last Sunday, in church of all places, I think I might have just maybe possibly felt God speak to me (for the first time in a long, long time).  I was trying to ignore everything else that was going on, shutting my eyes, and when I did I had a picture of a medal (one you would wear round your neck, on a ribbon) come to mind straight away.  I followed the thought and was thinking about how so much of our lives we actually spend waiting for some finishing-line or other, always ready to be done with something, and how there are many dangers, toils, and snares which we do have to get through.

And after that I just got the feeling that God might be saying – with the medal – that something is just finishing now, and that it’s time to move on.  Interpretation: the horrible battle to find purpose and paid employment in the same place may now be being replaced.

I’m not sure what with – slightly more hopeful projects wouyld be nice – but when I checked my emails that night, I got one from my friend Chris in Rwanda, asking if I would be interested in acting as a sales representative for his card-making company (Cards from Africa), working on commission.  And then, on Friday, the Nomads Tent offered me a full-time role there, on the condition that I get my licence changed so I can drive manual vehicles.  So I’m thinking about these things.

And of course, every day is getting brighter and brighter just now – we ate lunch on the roof in the sun yesterday – and that kind of adds to the dynamic.

Quickly summing up American politics

             So, dear old Arnold Schwarzenegger is backing John McCain.Arnoldschwarzenegger

                           But Hulk Hogan is on Barack Obama’s side.Hulk_hogan

Both, however, would get their heads kicked in by Chuck Norris, who endorses Mike Huckabee.Chuck_norris

Where does that leave Hillary Clinton?  Well I’ll leave that up to you…

The trouble is, nobody beats Chuck.

When the Bogeyman goes to sleep, he checks his closet for Chuck Norris.
There is no theory of evolution, just a list of creatures Chuck Norris has allowed to live.
Outer space exists because it’s afraid to be on the same planet as Chuck Norris.
Chuck Norris does not sleep, he waits.
Chuck Norris counted to infinity – twice.
There is no chin behind Chuck Norris’ beard, only another fist.
When Chuck Norris doesn’t do pushups, he pushes the Earth down.
Chuck Norris’ hand can beat a Royal Flush.
Chuck Norris doesn’t wear a watch, HE decides what time it is.
Chuck Norris can slam a revolving door.
America is not a democracy, it is a Chucktatorship.


Me: In Good Company

Okay, this is a quote I just found.  It’s about the Inklings by Robert Havard, who got to know CS Lewis by being his GP, and then got invited along to the meetings.  I find it very comforting, cos it leaves me running along very similar lines as they were, just 70 years or so later:

According to Havard, the group was composed of critical Christians. All of them, in one way or another, were dissatisfied with the Church as it existed there and then, but not with the Christian faith itself.

[It’s from Tolkien & CS Lewis: the Gift of Friendship by Colin Duriez.]