I had to write a note to my blog page today because of the date. It’s going to be such a long time until the 29th. February comes around again. I read somewhere during the week that the musical composer Rossini (born on 29th. February, 1792) had to wait until he was twelve til he had his second birthday. Doesn’t seem quite fair somehow.
Talking of things which don’t seem quite fair, I’ve had quite a week, not least because my computer got hacked and had to be deep-cleaned before I could start to use it again. All of that has now been safely done but I found myself with time to sit and read a book when before I would have been working at my desk. Maybe I have learned something from this event and will spend less time looking at a screen.
Rachel and I have also spent a couple of days this week painting one of the rooms in the Hen House so that it is now ready to have skirting boards and facings installed. We should have had all of this done such a long time ago but then Fogo Parish Church came along and the world turned upside down!
On Thursday several of us met to watch the first part of a mini-series about Masada. The programme was made a long time ago and starred, among others, Peter O’Toole, but it was fabulous, especially for those of us who just a few short weeks ago stood on Masada and looked down at all that lay below. I’m looking forward to part two next Thursday already.
On Friday I shall be going to the World Day of Prayer Service at Christ Church in Duns. The service has been prepared by Christian women from Zimbabwe and I’m looking forward to it. March is also going to be a month of meetings as our Presbytery sorts out our plan for the coming years. There’s an urgency to this as four of our neighbouring congregations will lose their minister in April and two others have ministers who will only be with us for another couple of years or so. I’m expecting that there will be several meetings held before the end of the month and am hopeful that this will enable a plan to be agreed by everyone at the April meeting of Presbytery.
Talking about hoping for particular outcomes, I’m really hoping that the weather will take a turn for the better. The ground is so wet when we walk the dogs every morning and the wind has been ferocious — it will be grand to get some weather when it might be appropriate to venture onto a golf course once again. Watching the professionals on television has made me forget my limited ability and I imagine that this year I will play like them! It’s good to dream.