A life bleep

So, I’ve spent the last three days pretty much poking around at home by myself (even my flatmate is away). I cried like the rain for half of Saturday, because sometimes you just need to do that, and spent a fair amount of time with God, because sometimes you need to do that too, but then I got into going through my cupboards and the uncluttering bug took over. My Mum is coming to visit you see, so I thought I’d better go through my food cupboard for starters. I ought to be ashamed of myself! A whole bag full of stuff was out of date. I’ve also staggered up to Vinnies with a large bag full of clothes, turfed a whole lot of bottles of stuff out of the bathroom cupboard (you know how you know there’s a bit more left in a bottle of something, but you haven’t got the time that morning to fuss about getting it out, so you start a new one, but also keep the old one for later? - I do that) and just generally found bits and pieces I can live without.

I’ve been reading some more of Chris Brauns’s Unpacking Forgiveness. This is a good book. Regardless of which way you go with conditional forgiveness (ie, it requisites repentance) there’s lots of good material in it, and it’s very practical. And while I am on the subject of books, you can now buy, or at least order, Andrew Cameron’s Joined-Up Life – A Christian account of how ethics works, which looks really good. I went to another lecture last night of the Centre for Christian Living last night, called Gearing up: Preparing to respond to post-Christian culture. Scott Monk and Andrew Cameron spoke about ways and means of responding to the media etc. It was a good night, and the parents of my old best friend from high school had come down the mountain to attend, so it was good to catch up with them. I’ve also started to read George Eliot’s Romola again. I blogged once upon a time about how I got to a crucial part of this book and then there was a binding error and pages were repeated etc, so I dropped it in frustration. But now I have a good old Penguin Classics version and I’m off again.

Other than that, one of the guys at church asked a bunch of us for a BBQ lunch on Sunday, which was really nice. I find it an admirable thing when single guys practice hospitality (and don't actually find any biblical reason why they aren't exhorted to do it as much as the rest of us, but find it admirable all the same). I've been messing about on the guitar, trying to get to F chord without a five second pause, jogging around the bay, doing some crochet, and pretty soon I’m going to go and get my Mum. Then I think we’re going to visit lots of cafes.

And now, without actually saying anything much at all, I've got to run. My Mum will hit panics stations if she comes out at Sydney Airport and I'm not there.