Solar Moments

Thunder, rolling around the sky, and lightning, a few streaks, just as I took off for the airport.

Once more, the house seems quiet. I look at the picture on the mantelpiece and realise that with all the pace and excitement of the past two weeks, I haven't thanked Crisp-e, so thanks mate! It's brilliant, and the frame - superb.

Alex and I caught an hour of sunshine this afternoon and were able to walk through one of the autumn programmes. The pond was bristling with frogs, sitting or hanging in the water like amphibious solar cells, soaking up the last of the rays.

Whilst the greater stability in southern Iraq allows Britain to withdraw ever more troops from Basra, my son's friend Stuart prepares for his second tour of duty there. Austen says he seems unconcerned and I remember how impatient he was to see active duty the first time.

The Canadian dollar is just two cents away from parity with the US dollar, great for shopping in the States, less fun for a number of industries up here.

The most horribly disappointing of today's news stories is that of the Archbishop of Canterbury trying to bully other churches in the Anglican communion, into not appointing any more openly gay bishops, nor in publicly blessing same-sex couples.
I have never been so ashamed of the Church of England. This isn't what Christianity is about and maybe Dr. Williams needs to open his heart up and listen to the message and spirit of his own faith.

Well, Sleepy is in the air, and if all has gone according to plan, she should be very mellow right now. Anxious to use up all of her herbal treats before leaving, and equally anxious to be able to manage the nine hour flight plus two hours at the airport without nicotine, she ate the last of it, with an expected kick-in time of shortly before departure.
And God bless you woman for finishing the Amaretto, I thought I'd never get rid of that from our drinks cupboard.

To Canadian Karen - sleep well chuck, hope you're feeling well soon.