Wednesday, 22 August 2012

The need for repentance..

THEY are keen on the word REPENTANCE. I listen to THEIR conversation sometimes on Wednesday evenings. I do know it is an inclusive group, I know that Rev Liz Kitching is blessing pets at Cloughton, but I still feel an outsider in my own home sometimes. There's just too much talk and not enough out in the world doing stuff. I've heard THEM say that too.
I am using a small r in my title. I dont feel the need for the BIG R.What I have done doesn't make me a bad cat. After all , I've lived a good life and not hurt anybody much. Lots of cats are much worse than me, scratching things and leaving a mess and getting up to no good at the dead of night. 
BUT I feel tonight I had better just apologise for a few things, just because I am a well mannered feline, and need feeding every day , and a place to lay my head.

  • I have erred and strayed- only into the shower room , but (let the reader understand) its is out of bounds in the interest of Health and Safety
  • I have eaten all the bread put out for the sparrows, and the stale butterfly buns left over from an OCCASION
  • I have misled you all with the business of the BLUE FLAG. Sorry we have not got one anymore. It was taken away from us 10 days ago, and it WAS NOT MY FAULT. I did not pee in the sea and our drains all go down the right pipes- THE VERY IDEA
  • I have done a few more things I ought not to have done, and the burden of them is a bit intolerable, but only a bit. 
So you can see the that a small r is quite ok. And I am sorry. I am working up to the big R, but am going to have to listen in to a few more Wednesday nights, read a bit more Corrie ten Boom and listen out for the PNEUMA*  whatever that is !

* I am not a Hebrew Scholar, but can look up Greek in  my Teach Yourself Greek Book, Ruarch is the Hebrew word. I don't mind which comes to me first.Actually SHE likes 'The Shack' , it explains Holy Spirit quite well. 

Saturday, 4 August 2012

My Triathlon

I didn't quite swim, but I got interested in the concept by  looking at the sea from the Cottage. I know we have a blue flag here, I know the sea is visible from my front door, but I cant get over the idea of the indignity of it. The nearest lake for freshwater swimming is the Boating Lake, not quite the Serpentine but certainly the Filey Equivalent. No, I wont find my way there.I haven't got an entourage, just HIM and HER and they are more interested in sitting at their Beach Hut watching their grandchildren on the beach. After all , it is their 40th WA and  The Big Forest have immortalized me in felt.
Poor me, my training on the road with wheels has been all in my mind too. I have been to Cayton Carr so many times in the last months, but only on wheels propelled  by internal combustion, not energy from Jelly Whiskas.
The running , well that is where I have triumphed.
I managed to get out of the front door yesterday. 
 I did a few circuits of the footpaths, ran along the ravine, and then had a long rest in the undergrowth for 2 hours, I am old you understand . and not on anything. I could hear THEM calling my name. I could hear neighbours of THEM calling my name,  but I was enjoying the moment, my uniathlon success.