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Date: 19 February 2007 22:20:36
or alternatively: Fearless rescuer of small animals.
OK work calls soon, but this amused me so had to add it...
Church on sunday, although I have to sit with the big people now... Although that makes it sound like I had no choice, which I did...
To whit: After 16 years of leading or helping with the young adults group at church I've finally stopped. The end came about quicker than I'd anticipated, or expected even, and I can't say that it's the happiest thing to be finished. But anyway: work pressures and life pressures had all colllided into a bit of a chaos from Nov - Jan and, as hard as I was working when I blacked out and woke up in a road, I have been doing sillier hours since (after a brief calm down). So the plan was to bring my hours down at college (currently working on that. Accidentally took on one more class (well, they did ask very nicely) but two classes are going to be wrapped up soon I hope. Not that I ever want to leave a class all told, but atm I'm working 2 6 hour days and 2 16 hour days - sorry if I'm repeating myself and then my alleged day off turns into a meeting day or a planning day for the next one. So hopefully soon I'm going to get three days off to bookend my 16 hour days (can't do anything about those unfortunatley) and ... well, the other thing that had to finish was the sunday school, or 7th Dimension as we had nicknamed it, oooooh 10 years ago?
Last Christmas a couple of friends at the church approached me and asked if there was any reason why I looked like a clapped out zombie and whether there was anything that could be done to help. Now questions take a little while to process in my brain at the moment if I don't have the youthwork adrenaliene rush going on, so before I could say that I thought I looked like quite a spritely zombie all things considered wifey chimed in with the thought that I should give up sunday school. for the past couple of years she and I had been running it together and mostly she had been doing the planning. Then, when son boy went up a group we found he needed one to one assistance and the little wifling had to swap over to doing that. So for the past half a year or so it was me planning with occasional help from anyone we could drag in to sit with us. On top of everything else it was on top of everything else... So wifey suggested I stop and, in a blur of movement my body could only aspire to, the people who had asked me if I was OK then went of and promptly got me resigned... Well, soko, but in a way that's what it felt like. I heard from one of the kids the week after that it was being talked about me leaving the group ('well, I'm not the one ditching us') which was a little bit of a surprise and then, at the turn of the year it was vaguely announced that I had agreed to leave. Tbh I hadn't said no, but the speed of which was a little surprising.
So last week I was up at the church with a fine selection of people who had gone through the groups from a 23 yr old down to a 9 year old and very moving it was too. I got a box of chocs (was angling for an ipod but there you go...) and that was that. Now I sit in the church with the adults and have to get used to trying to have an attention span again. Oh, and no more chocolate game. :(
which is where the Gerbil came in.
This sunday just gone we had a sort of prayer in prophecy thing which wasn't much participated in having followed on from a prayer in healing thing last week so everyone was kind of sitting in their seats thinking 'if I go up then I'll be doing it two weeks in a row and everyone will think I'm REALLY messed up' when one of the welcomers came up to me and asked if I was good with Gerbils.
Which was a surprise.
So I answered yes. Sort of kind of. Which was enough for him so I was voted in.
Apparently next door had given their gerbil a wooden tube to play in and hadn't done the whole measuring tube/gerbil thing beforehand. Then, when DISASTER struck they turned to the church for help. Hence, when I got there, there was half a gerbil sticking out of a wooden tube. It seemed pretty calm considering the situation I think. Anyhow I picked up the tube and had a look around from various fairly gentle angles and worked out that when it had got in it had caught it's elbow on one of the holes at the side of the wooden tube and, with a little gentle wheedling and cooing and very slight pressure applied the gerbil was out of the tube and the neighbours were very pleased with the actions of the church in their time of crisis.
Actually I jest, but it was very serious and touch and go for a short while. Seriously. Someone had suggested a chainsaw which I don't think helped the situation. The gerbil obviously had it's ears covered over at the time.
So I was Gerbil hero of the week.
In other news, am spending some serious evening hours gaming. This is tricksome because I only get from when the kids have gone to bed and, depending on the game, from when wifey has gone to bed also. So three 9 - midnights have been just what the doctor didn't order but I'm determined to finish the game and then go onto Shadow of the Colossus. Tbh it's fun to do some console gaming, for the past while it's been snatched moments on the PSP with Lumines 2, Outrun C2C and Every Extend Extra being the UMDs of choice. Would be playing Brain Age as well on the DS if I could a: prize wifey or daughter off of it or b: hadn't been thrashed by them both. Oh well. When it comes to chain linking space debris explosives I would PWN them and no mistaking, Blates.
After that? Hmmm... Half term was mainly nice, ooops just remembered some work I need to do before tomorrow that I'd forgotten so off to the other computer now.
Currently watching: Battlestar Gallactica, series 3. Currently playing: PSP.Currently prayer request: Mums wrist and arm/a little more time please...