Categories: the-parable-of, rejoice-with-me
Date: 11 March 2009 10:40:05
..the alfalfa sprouts. The Grouch remarked in passing the other day that I should be learning faith from the alfalfa sprouts, which I am sprouting in a special jar. Nothing at all happened to the seeds for ages, and then on the third day (yes really) little white shoots (of economic recovery?) began to appear. I am suitably chastised for my lack of faith up to that point.
My having the time and energy necessary to sprout alfalfa, is an indication that things are going well here in Depressionland. Genius Brat has dropped his least favourite GCSE which takes a lot of pressure off at school. I am now wearing my jaw splint (which makes me look like Jaws from the Bond movies) every night, and on a short course of Melatonin, and though I don't know what the quality of my sleep is, I am definitely finding it easier to get up in the morning. Also I went to an Indulgence Day at the school last weekend, got manicured, massaged (rather painfully) and bought a pair of earrings identical to a very useful pair of which I had lost one. So there's another lost and found parable ('Lost your faith? When did you last use it? Have you tried looking where you first got it?')
And fired by feeling more well and capable. I have cleared out four kitchen food cupboards and one large cleaning materials cupboard. This is very satisfying. Next stop, four years' worth of filing!