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And there's another day I've missed... but I got another humming-bird, which was fun.
Brr... isn't it cold today. There was an icicle on the outside of my window this morning. I wrote my essay in an awful hurry and have dropped it off, so that's one obstacle in life out of the way. It was quite fun, in the end, but I suspect I repeated myself quite a bit. Never mind.
The mist was thick this morning and closing in again by the time I got back here this evening. I had a church Student Team meeting and a palaeography lecture. I think my function on the Student Team is to gripe about everything - well, maybe not to gripe but certainly to voice all the objections and sometimes play the devil's advocate (query: does that mean I need serious prayer against demonic influence?)
Fencing yesterday. The instructor dropped a bit of a bombshell - they're preparing our group to take part in Cuppers and fence for our Colleges. We're not expected to do very well, but the idea of me (me!) competing in any sort of sporty event seems funny. I've only ever entered shooting competitions before, for which you just had to send off your score-cards. I do appear to be improving at this fencing lark, however. Yesterday I think I can say I 'won' the first bout of practice and 'drew' the second (we weren't really keeping score that well).
We did our first Agbia yesterday as well - only three of us, but there were a few more who expressed interest and might come along another time. We used the College chapel, which was lovely - a big carpet in front of the alter and even a couple of candles - very atmospheric. Also spiritually healthy.
I feel all sort of washed-out post-essay. When my interest in things re-awakens (i.e. probably after Cell tonight) I'll go and borrow a book a friend has offered to lend me: 'In defence of politics'. He is eloquent in praise of it and is an SPSer, so he ought to know.
There's a long poem - or maybe even a cycle of poems - lurking somewhere that begins:
One day she woke up dead
she thought 'how strange'
opened her eyes but could not see
and said 'please turn on the light'
but no-one answered. 'Is it still night?'
she asked.
There's a vague plot in my mind - very metaphysical, I'm afraid - but of course this has to drop to the bottom of the Things I Will Write list, below the correct ending of Eloise and the fairy tale about the boy and the polar bear (possible title/name of bear Arcturus). This first bit would develop further, of course, as I wrote more of it. Maybe it will never be written. Maybe if I had enough time I could be a full time author/poet. Maybe swine will soar on pretty princess wings.
Well, you never know, do you?
alfgifu
Brr... isn't it cold today. There was an icicle on the outside of my window this morning. I wrote my essay in an awful hurry and have dropped it off, so that's one obstacle in life out of the way. It was quite fun, in the end, but I suspect I repeated myself quite a bit. Never mind.
The mist was thick this morning and closing in again by the time I got back here this evening. I had a church Student Team meeting and a palaeography lecture. I think my function on the Student Team is to gripe about everything - well, maybe not to gripe but certainly to voice all the objections and sometimes play the devil's advocate (query: does that mean I need serious prayer against demonic influence?)
Fencing yesterday. The instructor dropped a bit of a bombshell - they're preparing our group to take part in Cuppers and fence for our Colleges. We're not expected to do very well, but the idea of me (me!) competing in any sort of sporty event seems funny. I've only ever entered shooting competitions before, for which you just had to send off your score-cards. I do appear to be improving at this fencing lark, however. Yesterday I think I can say I 'won' the first bout of practice and 'drew' the second (we weren't really keeping score that well).
We did our first Agbia yesterday as well - only three of us, but there were a few more who expressed interest and might come along another time. We used the College chapel, which was lovely - a big carpet in front of the alter and even a couple of candles - very atmospheric. Also spiritually healthy.
I feel all sort of washed-out post-essay. When my interest in things re-awakens (i.e. probably after Cell tonight) I'll go and borrow a book a friend has offered to lend me: 'In defence of politics'. He is eloquent in praise of it and is an SPSer, so he ought to know.
There's a long poem - or maybe even a cycle of poems - lurking somewhere that begins:
One day she woke up dead
she thought 'how strange'
opened her eyes but could not see
and said 'please turn on the light'
but no-one answered. 'Is it still night?'
she asked.
There's a vague plot in my mind - very metaphysical, I'm afraid - but of course this has to drop to the bottom of the Things I Will Write list, below the correct ending of Eloise and the fairy tale about the boy and the polar bear (possible title/name of bear Arcturus). This first bit would develop further, of course, as I wrote more of it. Maybe it will never be written. Maybe if I had enough time I could be a full time author/poet. Maybe swine will soar on pretty princess wings.
Well, you never know, do you?
alfgifu