THE LORD HE IS RISEN.
HE IS RISEN INDEED!
So those of you who celebrate Nail Your God To A Stick day, or Zombie Jesus day - just remember who died for your sins. You'll need him one day, and that time will soon be at hand.
Now seriously - where would the world be without my sons?
We were on the train to Mandurah yesterday when the woman across the aisle suddenly asks Dave if he knows anything about unlocking phones. She had accidently locked hers and needed to call the people she was meeting. Dave finally managed to unlock it with a random combination, so the lady went happily on her way.
Then in Mandurah a young mum with a car full of littlies was lost and needed directions. She had a street directory, but needed Arthur to translate it for her. Hopefully she got to where she was going.
The mini golf was downright evil. I seriously don't remember the course being as bad as it was. At least we were able to get on with it. The group in front of us didn't dither around. Eventually we caught up with a group laden with babies and stuff, who waved us through.
Arthur pipped me at the post. I was beating him for awhile. Dave won as usual.
Once again the Slug & Hare was closed until 3pm. Hey, don't they want the tourist Easter trade?
Yeah, I know someone got bashed or killed there once, but that would suggest to me that they'd have upped their security? Nope. They've downed their opening hours instead.
So off we trotted to Hog's Breath. Love that the place has itemised bills : person 1, person 2, person 3. What a pity they totally muddle them up though. On closer examination I think they assigned the wrong steaks to the wrong people, rather than charging me for Dave's 3rd stubbie and charging Dave for Art's Pure Blonde and ice-cream, as first thought.
Decided to walk back. Never would have considered it had I not lost a stone in weight since last year. Nevertheless it was still hard considering the sun was full in the sky and I had a heavy meal inside me.
And why do the boys walk so quickly? Even if they did get back to the train station in time for an earlier train, there's no chance I'd make it, so they'd still have to wait for me.
Annoyances of the day - other than losing the game as usual.
Kid on train kept up the whole trip from Greenwood Station to Perth asking her mother WHY!
Now there are two kinds of inquiring children : those who actually want to be informed and those who just want to hear the sound of their own voices. This little shit was clearly the latter.
Annoyance no 2. Old people who have their walking speed permanently set to SCHLEP, and who straddle the entire crosswalk so you can't get round them.
The light had changed to Don't Walk. That, to me, means get a move on. You don't want to be in the path of on-coming traffic. Bloody hell, they just mooched across, one on each border of the crosswalk, holding hands so you couldn't sqeeze in between them.
Those of us who have been hit by cars during our youth do tend to do our best to avoid a repeat performance.
Song #2163. Trail Of The Survivor, by Iain Matthews. Can't think of anything else of his - worth hearing at least - that hasn't come up already. Well apart from So Many Eyes, perhaps?
Final Sunday with our pastor David. Better get ready.
So those of you who celebrate Nail Your God To A Stick day, or Zombie Jesus day - just remember who died for your sins. You'll need him one day, and that time will soon be at hand.
Now seriously - where would the world be without my sons?
We were on the train to Mandurah yesterday when the woman across the aisle suddenly asks Dave if he knows anything about unlocking phones. She had accidently locked hers and needed to call the people she was meeting. Dave finally managed to unlock it with a random combination, so the lady went happily on her way.
Then in Mandurah a young mum with a car full of littlies was lost and needed directions. She had a street directory, but needed Arthur to translate it for her. Hopefully she got to where she was going.
The mini golf was downright evil. I seriously don't remember the course being as bad as it was. At least we were able to get on with it. The group in front of us didn't dither around. Eventually we caught up with a group laden with babies and stuff, who waved us through.
Arthur pipped me at the post. I was beating him for awhile. Dave won as usual.
Once again the Slug & Hare was closed until 3pm. Hey, don't they want the tourist Easter trade?
Yeah, I know someone got bashed or killed there once, but that would suggest to me that they'd have upped their security? Nope. They've downed their opening hours instead.
So off we trotted to Hog's Breath. Love that the place has itemised bills : person 1, person 2, person 3. What a pity they totally muddle them up though. On closer examination I think they assigned the wrong steaks to the wrong people, rather than charging me for Dave's 3rd stubbie and charging Dave for Art's Pure Blonde and ice-cream, as first thought.
Decided to walk back. Never would have considered it had I not lost a stone in weight since last year. Nevertheless it was still hard considering the sun was full in the sky and I had a heavy meal inside me.
And why do the boys walk so quickly? Even if they did get back to the train station in time for an earlier train, there's no chance I'd make it, so they'd still have to wait for me.
Annoyances of the day - other than losing the game as usual.
Kid on train kept up the whole trip from Greenwood Station to Perth asking her mother WHY!
Now there are two kinds of inquiring children : those who actually want to be informed and those who just want to hear the sound of their own voices. This little shit was clearly the latter.
Annoyance no 2. Old people who have their walking speed permanently set to SCHLEP, and who straddle the entire crosswalk so you can't get round them.
The light had changed to Don't Walk. That, to me, means get a move on. You don't want to be in the path of on-coming traffic. Bloody hell, they just mooched across, one on each border of the crosswalk, holding hands so you couldn't sqeeze in between them.
Those of us who have been hit by cars during our youth do tend to do our best to avoid a repeat performance.
Song #2163. Trail Of The Survivor, by Iain Matthews. Can't think of anything else of his - worth hearing at least - that hasn't come up already. Well apart from So Many Eyes, perhaps?
Final Sunday with our pastor David. Better get ready.