Sunday, 3 January 2016
Still Nothing Happened
Quite why people make resolutions which they are not going to keep amazes me. Those who decide to diet and succeed do so by great effort of willpower and we know how easily that is lost. The decision not to decide on a resolution is however one I have managed to keep year after year.
Wandering down the road this morning I was concentration on avoiding the puddles as the rain began once again and failed to notice the bog police dog handlers van I was walking in front off. I kept going but his face expressed a degree of surprise I thought.
Soaked by the time I reached the church I was glad the heating was on to dry me out. I am getting to like this strange Anglican Kirk, in spite of their foibles and the many mistakes that routinely occur. In fact it seems to my way of thinking to make the place more homely rather than inept. These are everyday human beings who have been found by Jesus not the perfect kinds who sometime appear on the screen. I am beginning to like them and developing some things about me that need improvement. I think however the 'Wee Frees' will never let me through their door if I am ever back up in the rain soaked land.
Talking of which I hurried home in the downpour to see the St Johnstone v Aberdeen game - this was postponed - the pitch was waterlogged!!!!
As is normal Scotland takes two days at New Year, with Friday being the first that means Monday is a day off for the majority of people. Here in the soft south they do not do this and tomorrow, the fourth, is for the peoples around me a 'back to work' experience.
Groans can be heard from neighbours, screams emit from houses around the place as recognition of the end of the week long break has ended comes home to roost. Alarm clocks are being set alongside some words best kept from children, and work outfits are being laid out in places where they can be found in the early morning darkness.
I however will be remaining at home. (Insert smug grin here)
Now I have nothing against work, I was involved in one way or another in such activity for around forty years, and take pleasure in watching others perform such work always willing to offer advice on how the job should be done exactly. Such aid is not always considered helpful I note, still it's a giggle innit?
If the weather is good I might cycle past the industrial estate and wave cheerily at anyone I know. If not I will just stand at the window early on and wave my coffee cup at passersby, that usually brings a response, especially when it's raining.
"Ah well," said Zebedee, "time for bed."