Notes from the Tilt-a-Whirl
I stayed home today. There is something freakish happening on my face, which I have now smeared with cortisone cream from the chemist. I look like a red panda with big red puffy bags under my eyes. An old red panda actually, because these unattractive bags also have unattractive creases in them. The chemist seemed to think I might be reacting to something, but I haven’t done anything differently on my face lately, so I need to try to work out what that is.
Despite the urge to rub my eyes it has been nice to be able to stay home. I have been seeing to my mental and spiritual health, reading, working on the next crochet rug (yes, I am into the next one for the last niece at the moment) and I even sorted out the plants on the balcony on a whim. This involved busting up a dead umbrella tree I inherited from some friends who moved to Canberra a few years ago and stuffing it into the bin (I tried to keep it alive, jammed into the shadiest corner, but on our western-facing balcony a plant that really should be inside didn’t ultimately stand a chance, so eventually I just gave it up to the elements), throwing away some faded plastic pots that once housed plants that met the same fate and were just hanging around looking derelict, and then repotting some strange succulent thing from the same friends that I figured deserved to live because it has survived the years of neglect in the western sun out there. The only problem is that I feel like the smell of potting mix is now following me around the house (you know that horrible blood-and-bone fertiliser kind of smell? – I can’t get rid of it!).
Right now I just wanted to tell you about Georgianne’s blog. If you are anything like me the last thing you need to do is keeping adding blogs to your google reader, but Anne’s is worth it. She reads books. Good books. Lots of them. I have been encouraged lately by her excerpts (like this one from Jerry Bridges). And she is having a giveaway of Notes from the Tilt-a-Whirl, by N.D. Wilson, which is going straight to the wish list. Go and read that extract.