Mike's musings

Getting upset at the Peace

I took Jo and Miri to the 10am at St Andrew's Halstead this morning, and Jo got really upset. At first, I couldn't work out why, but it turned out that it was because one of the other children there had refused to pass the Peace with her. I was surprised that she was so affected by it, but she was very sad. In the end, we found the relevant child, who, it turned out, was happy to oblige. I guess there had been a misunderstanding, but all was well afterwards. As it happens, John had preached on the importance of loving each other - even if we don't agree with each other or even like each other all the time - and had given the example of the dangers of discriminating over who we pass the Peace with. Maybe Jo was paying attention. Though I'm not convinced.

Great swimming from her later on, and both girls went to sleep very quickly at bedtime, which was a considerable bonus.

In 4 years, the Olympics will be in London. Yay!

Labels: church, love, sport

"Get the baton round the track"

So says Dame Kelly Holmes, and she's quite right. You'd think that people would train at this, if they were Olympic athletes. Men and women. Why, oh why, can't we manage to do this?

I had Sunday off, without any clerical duties, and it's feeling a bit odd: I'm missing it. Hmm. Well, we're meeting the other team clergy and families for supper tomorrow night, which should be good: Moo's not met all of them yet (and I've not met all the families).

Labels: diaconate, sport

Quote of the day

Me: that video referee needs lynching. [pause] In a loving, Christian kind of a way, obviously.

It was such a try. And we might not have won, but we'd have been in it.

Labels: sport

Middle-aged exercise injury

(backposting) We thought we'd try somewhere else, so we went to Daymer beach. Fewer shops (one total) than Polzeath, and the tide was out. But that turned out to be a good thing, because we played beach cricket:

Me - 17 no, but playing against the new ball

Polly - 14, bowled Jim (?), caught me

Lee - 18, should have retired hurt (see below)

Jim - 21, and that was playing right-handed half the time (he usually bats left-handed)

Lee tried a sweep, pulled a muscle (dorsal something or other). The reverse sweep the next ball didn't help.

After we got back, Jo and I had a discussion. The nub of it was this:

Jo: Why did we go to the beach.

Me: To have a good time.

Jo: Why did we have good time?

Me: We went to do fun and exciting things. Is the beach exciting?

Jo: No.

Me: Really?

Jo: Do you know what's exciting? Maps.

Me: *silence*

So, I took a map to show her, and we talk through it, and it's true: she finds maps exciting. She's only 2 and a half: you've got to worry about that.

Labels: family, sport