Category Archives: The End

The Small Things We Leave Behind (Part 3)

Two Good Spoons

bar code scanner in front of a PC that has some trunking holding a desert spoon and a teaspoon for easy access
In the run up to the rapidly approaching move, there are several things that have become part of my life for the past few years that there’s no longer any call for and which must regretfully be got rid of or left behind. I thought it might be fun to share some of them (this might be the last post).

I have no further use for this bar code scanner and, besides, it belongs to work. I won’t miss the semi-regular having to disable and re-enable it through the device manager settings to get it to work but its been part of my working daily life for a long, long time – wooden Harry Potter scar and all. The trunking holding the spoons, on the other hand, is a genius idea and one that I’d be happy to add to my list of inventions. Still, there’ll be a drawer full of cutlery at the new place and the “two good spoons” can be retained by a successor.

The Small Things We Leave Behind (Part 2)

Bag of coffee closed with a purple folding bulldog clip
In the run up to the rapidly approaching move, there are several things that have become part of my life for the past few years that there’s no longer any call for and which must regretfully be got rid of. I thought it might be fun to share some of them (this might be the last post).

Purple Coffee Clip of Caffeinated Freshness
This purple clip turned up at work holding together a bunch of papoers that were destined for the shredder and was quickly given the new and vital job of holding my coffee bags closed and as air-tight as could be managed. It has also served to identify my coffee in an increasingly filled fridge. I’ll be leaving it behind to carry on its roll for whoever uses the most coffee at the Religious Resources Centre…

The Small Things We Leave Behind (Part 1)

Personalised Marmite Jar reading Timbo

In the run up to the rapidly approaching move, there are several things that have become part of my life for the past few years that there’s no longer any call for and which must regretfully be got rid of. I thought it might be fun to share some of them (this might be the only post).

First up: this personalised Marmite jar, given to me by a friend a few Christmases ago, and kept topped up in the kitchen at work ever since. It’s much smaller than the jar I use at home and I don’t need to identify my condiments and spreads in my own house.

Heading Ever Onward, Back to the Start

This morning’s Pentecost service saw us arrive at the end of three and a bit months of being “in season”. Hinged around the mysteries of Holy Week and Easter, Pentecost mirrors Ash Wednesday – with an anointing with sweet smelling oil instead of the imposition of ashes. We may be returning to dust but, in the meantime, we have work to be getting on with, places to go…

So, out into the wild places we go. For many of us, that will mean family, work, friends and leisure – it may be the same business as usual but hopefully the forty days of preparation and fifty days of celebration, topped off with a Spirit-filled encounter, will have changed us, setting up to go as God wants through this long, green, non-season towards the coming cold winter of Advent…

Delightful Decades, Dubious Decimal Dozens, Dear, Oh Dear, Oh Dear

What Joanna actually wrote: Pah–pa-paaah! I should be very glad if you’d write an alliterative fanfare, on the theme of 10s, to welcome the dawning of a 2nd decade of bloggery:)
(subject courtesy of Joanna Clark)

Ten-ten-ten-tarraaa!
Tim tried
Tim’s tired
Not expired
Quite a success
Twenty’s next.

Ten-ten-ten-tarraaa!
Trivial, tremendous,
Silly and stupendous,
Hope this verse appropriate
And that no-one chokes on it
Think I’ll lie down for a bit
Ten-ten-ten-tarraaa!

A huge thank you to everybody who has contributed to the Event!

All my sponsors, subject suggesters, sustenance sourcers, singers of praises, and silliness stooges – it wouldn’t have been even a tiny fraction of the fun it was without you all. Currently the donations satnd at 97% of the re-re-re-re-re-revised grand target of £700 – pretty much double 2007’s effort, which, even allowing for inflation, is pretty damned good going.

Thanks again!

Four Dark Days

 
Maundy Thursday, Coming Down

How could I know that it wouldn’t last?
How could I know that you meant every word?
How could I sit, whilst you served me so?
I really couldn’t have known.

How could I stay awake and watch?
And, once awake, not act?
Do you blame me that I ran?
I didn’t go so far as some.

How could I admit you as a friend?
Wasn’t it enough to have watched?
To watch you safely ’til the dawn?
I run from the courtyard and weep.
 
 
Good Friday, Mourning

Christ! I wish I’d died back then
Nails holding me up, next to you.
Rather that than this slow death
Of moments, memories and years.

Christ! I wish I’d known your love,
The joy and peace they say you bring.
I fear the mornings more each night
And dread dreams and the dawn alike.

Christ! I wish I’d heard your words:
A whisper of hope for a dying thief.
Then maybe I could rise with you,
In paradise and not alone.

Kyrie Eleison: Christ have mercy
Kyrie Eleison: Lord have mercy
Kyrie Eleison: Christ have mercy
 
 
How to do Well in a Sponsored Silence

I took part in a sponsored silence once –
I lasted twenty three minutes – a personal best!
I’m not sure I could manage
To keep my peace from three o’clock, Friday afternoon
Until some point on Sunday morning.
Congratulations!
But
People are already saying it was cheating –
Well, being dead and all!
 
 
Three Days After

After the running away,
After the denials,
The betrayals and the spite,
The mockery and the pain,
After the death,
After the silence,
What now?

Is there anything left of us?
Is there anything left for me?
Only emptiness and strangers?
I hear you speak my name,
And I know.
 
 
 
 
With thanks to Linus for the use of his computerliness.

And now the end is nigh

And so I write one final cliche…

Ahh, but was it as much fun for you as it was for me?

We’ve had weirdness – the time-stampery-jiggery-pokery where the server clock kept jumping forwards hours at a time was very strange and when it jumped back it messed up the comments, but we defeated it! Kind of. Worked around it.

We’ve had chat, we’ve had silliness, some serious bits, and raised a bundle of notes for good causes.

All that remains is:

For me to thank my gracious tech-support and wonderful fellow LifePoster: Nicky I couldn’t have done it with out you – you’ve been great.

To thank the many commenters and chatterers who’ve helped keep my spirits up through the night.

To say that I’ll be happy to do the same again next year, and that in the mean time my Justgiving site is still running and I’m prepared to write more polished entries more or less to spec for similar levels of donations until it closes.

Thank you, and good night Vienna.