As we drove past the park this morning my 5 year old daughter said
"Dad, when you're in a park like this, where do the squirrels have their disco?"
Friday, April 4
Tuesday, April 1
It was very good in many ways, with obvious emotion from many participants, not least the happy couple. Let's be honest, the music was not outstanding, and a harsh critic might say some of the performances could have been improved. Being even more honest, I am in no position to set myself up as judge in these matters. But the overall impression was very good. I think that despite these apparent shortcomings, this event will become a classic. it would be unique to perform any marriage as a musical, let alone a gay marriage, let alone one of the first eve such marriages at the very beginning of this new era.
So I suspect that this musical will be played and re-played many times, perhaps adapted to new gay weddings or perhaps as stage shows in theatres, pride events, and the like.
Monday, March 31
My office prayer meeting was quote difficult today. Having had discussions on the theme of poverty for weeks, we are looking for a new topic, and someone said we should do Gay Marriage.
Some very strong views expressed on this topic, with me being the only one in favour, so I felt very beleaguered having to defend my position with no time to swat up my case.
It ended friendly enough, but who knows how out will go next time?
Even though mrs ate her meal alone, and told me where to pick her up after, I still had to pay to park and go in to the restaurant, because they rejected her bank card, even though there was plenty of money in the account. But when they also rejected my card, we started to get worried. After much hassle it emerged that the problem was worth their card reader, not our cards.
Later I went to buy petrol. Filed up, went to pay: no card! Frantic search of pockets and vehicles. Phone calls to ask places visited in the day. It's gone. I had to lane my IDeas and sign all sorts of documents before they let me go to get my wife to pay with her card.
So I have canceled my card and ordered a new one, but it will be an uncomfortable few days waiting for a new one.
I arranged to take my wife out for lunch on Mothers day.
Since she is currently attending a church in the nearby city nominally as research for her MA, we had to make pure way there individually.
I least my church a bit early and after doing a couple of essential tasks sent her a "where shall we meet?" text and set off.
She replied that she was already at the table. I still had an hour drive top get there. So she ended up having her Mothers day meal on her own!
So I am sacked.
Her story is that I knew she would be there sooner and should have left my church earlier; In fact I should have gone to her church. Also she had expected a queue and gone early, but had then been taken straight in.
My story is that she wanted me to go to our normal church so that I could report back to her everything that happened, and that she knew what time that church finished and how long the journey was and she should not have gone there without me.
But who ever wins this kind of debate with his wife?
Our cat, Cappi, passed away.
I was on the way home from my mums ashes ceremony when I kept getting phone calls from home. Eventually stopped on the hard shoulder of the motorway to find out what was happening.
Initially it was "Cappi is ill", then "I don't know if shes going to make it" Then "I'm sorry Dad, shes gone"
So I have another garden funeral.
My eldest daughter is the one most upset, as it was technically her cat.
It went as well as pouting your mum's ashes in a plant pot can.
Those of the family who had been permitted by their wives to attend gathered around the plane plot in my sisters garden. I day garden-
- it's just a small yard, with some other scruffy plant pots containing scraggy plants and a lot of weeds. The plant plot they had chosen for my mums ashes was just a fake plastic one. Admittedly a good fake, but plastic none the less.
We troweled in some compost, then a layer of mum, then the plant itself, and more compost. The urn provided by the crematorium was also plastic, though it came in a nice velvety bag. Inside the urn was my mum, wrapped in two plastic bags. So I felt that they could have provided a bit more dignity.
The plant was a rose bearing my mothers name, so that is nice.
My brother-in-law then asked me to say a prayer, which I did. Having not been particularly emotional until then, that was when the tears flowed.
So that is it: the end of an era.
She was a very good mother. She never felt particularly maternal and it was always an effort for her (it was always Dad that played with us), but I would day that she did a fantastic job. She will be very much missed.
Friday, March 28
Wednesday, March 26
"Lets start a band!"
We (a multiple-denominational group of hydraulics engineers) were lamenting that all the good heavy metal bands have lyrics that we find uncomfortable listening to as Christians. There are Christian heavy metal bands, but they're just not very good.
So I said it.
I would do drums, Orthodox would be guitar, and Baptist would do vocals. But then the rows started. Orthodox said he should do vocals because Baptist's sweet female voice would be unsuitable to heavy metal. Baptist wanted to do the head banging, since she has long hair while Orthodox is bald and I am 'follically challenged'. And also we began to realise that none of us has any musical skill, and none of us has any time or interest to devote to the project.
And so, what might have been an amazing new musical explosion, came to nothing in a puff of apathy.