Friday, March 31, 2017
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
Monday, March 27, 2017
Why do bad things happen to good people? Yes, I am classifying myself as a good person here. And yes, it is hard to type with a Lily on my lap who flails her head into my iPad every time she realises I'm not actually paying attention to her. I have created a monster.
In response to my question, I don't believe they do. The rain falls both on the just and the unjust, and I know an awful lot of people who have bad things happen to them. That's what happens in life. Good things happen and bad things happen, and right now the bad things are kind of piling up but if I stop and look around me, the good things start to shine. Like this puppy dog who keeps banging her nose into my iPad, she's a good thing. Like the roof over my head, that's a good thing. A job that's still paying me, no matter what happens in the future - phew, that's a good thing. Friends and family, both near and far, who are supporting me through this - well how can that possibly not be a good thing?
Yes, Lily, I said you were a good thing, you can stop licking me now.
I did my annual medical yesterday and found it very hard to smile, having just found out about yet more changes at work (minor, but given my current state of mind, it just takes one raindrop to cause an overflow) and having had an argument with a colleague/friend about it. The doctor was amazingly understanding of my circumstances and actually offered me the day off today, so that I could go to the fleet review meeting this afternoon, where we are hoping to learn more about what is going to happen. I didn't even have to ask for it off - she simply decided that I needed it! Hurrah for amazing doctors - see? There's another good thing.
I have a friend whose marriage is falling apart in the middle of this fleet review and uncertainty about life in general, and the mess, friends. How fortunate am I that I'm not in that situation. That I've already dealt with so much, that I can be there and listen and just be there, for times like these. That despite all the things, all the very things that seem to be happening and oh my, the overflow, I can step back and say - it could be so much worse. How lucky am I, for what I have. And hopefully I can share some of that, and witness, and just be there.
And in conclusion, friends, I still haven't been to the beach this week, and I have puppies to dog sit the next couple of days, but the weekend is on its way. Cyclone permitting (Townsville is copping it right now) I shall be heading beachward. I may even head up to Eumundi on Saturday and do some market-trawling. So many options, so many things to see, and so much to enjoy.
Don't lose sight of the good!
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
If I haven't replied I'm sorry, I've had a lot on my mind. Questions seem too big to really answer and words sometimes don't come easily. Today the result of the fleet review was announced, and as predicted, it wasn't good news. By the middle of July, I will no longer be flying out of Brisbane. What I will be doing completely remains to be seen.
Will I move elsewhere in Australia? New Zealand? Back to Ireland? I truly don't know and I have less than four months of flying ahead before the decision becomes very very real. Well, it is all too real now but at least I have a little time.
I still want to be in the house for a year. Hell, I still want to stay in the house forever, but that isn't an option. Maybe a year will be. At this stage they are not offering voluntary redundancy, but I'm sure that is something the unions will be discussing. I have about three months of leave up my sleeve and if they did make redundancies available, that would get me my 12 months.
In good news, I had puppy sitting this afternoon and it was amazing.
Thursday, March 16, 2017
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Sunday, March 12, 2017
I'm not a Christian to perform, or to show anyone else what a wonderful Christian I am, or to go to church, or to be anything in particular, and social media in particular is bugging me to the n'th degree. I can get all caught up in the worship, and then open my eyes to see someone in front of me holding their phone up above their head as though they are in a concert, turning around slowly to video everyone and then upload it on Facebook, and BAM, the moment is gone. Or today, when the youth pastor whispered to a young fella sitting by me, who quickly took up his position with his phone to video the then supposedly spontaneous moment when the youth pastor went to the front to encourage everyone to come up and encounter God! I'm sure I'll see the video on Facebook later.
The band of course turns their volume up so loud to effectively drown out everyone in the "audience" and in fact leaves my ears feeling somewhat battered when they're finished. There are a lot of new songs lately - because apparently the praise group is recording their first album (did I mention performing?) and nobody actually knows the songs, and that also makes it very disjointed. And all of the new songs sound exactly the same, and sound strangely similar to other songs...
...which brings me to a particularly amusing point. D leaned over to me half way through the service today and whispered "what does this remind you of?" and not being a great music buff myself, I admitted to not knowing, and he started singing a popular secular song - with exactly the same rhythm and tune... and then, as nobody could hear us (or themselves, or anything else for that matter) started singing Smash Mouth - All Star for the next song, and I just couldn't help myself laughing. I found it impossible to take the band seriously after that!
I don't think I'm a very good Christian. But then again, I do prefer to think that going away and sitting in a quiet place alone is just as effective in encountering God.
Saturday, March 11, 2017
Wednesday, March 8, 2017
Where I’m From
I am from green grass,
From Popping Paper and Lego.
I am from the white house with blue windows.
I am from the fields,
The goats and the stream.
I am from rivers and rocks,
And love from Michael and Alison.
I am from the loud and the prayerful.
From magic and Narnia.
I'm from Ireland and England,
Mr Kipling's and Pouring Cream.
From the Benedictine,
From the bicycle clips
And not dragging the family name.
I am from the Chalet,
From the rain.
I am from my home.