Three words, to make up for the fact that it’s been days. No pictures though!
I’ve been lazy. That’s the confession.
The apology is, well, not at all, really. This is my life and it was something I thought would be fun. When it started to get a bit stressful and difficult (seriously, how many different ways can I find to say, “I got up. Went to work. Worked. Came home. Watched tv. Bed.”?!) it wasn’t fun any more.
The explanation is… I got bored of it. I forgot once and then it was easy to forget again.
So I’ll do the words and pictures challenge intermittently now, I think. We’ll see how it works out!
Picture to follow.
Lots of pain today. Just stomach cramps, but still. Painful.
And exhausting, too.
But I have some busy busy days ahead of me, so let’s soldier on!
Image to follow.
If I live to be 100, I hope I will always remember the power of one million young people proclaiming that we were for Benedict. One million people, the Church alive, pricing that we didn’t think our Holy Father was old, out of date, or anything negative. Shouting ¡esta es la juventud de Papa! Melting in the heat, honestly thinking I might die, but then he arrived and the rain came. This man, he’s got some power. You can feel his presence.
I am sad for him that it has come to this, because it won’t have been a choice he made lightly. But I’m glad that he has the strength to know when his time has come. And I hope he is at peace with his decision.
And I wish people who preached tolerance would try to extend the same to an old man who loves God and is probably quite ill.
Talking about the future.
I’m going to a fancy do next week, so I spent this evening trying on dresses, and finally buying one. Very nice!
I really can’t explain why, but I’ve been ever so tired today!
About bloody time too. love is love is love. I’m glad it’s been recognised.
My poor car hasn’t been too well. But he’s better now, I think. I hope. I really rely on having a car and would be rather screwed without one.