Our erstwhile shipmate DD is to be installed into his new episcopal status tomorrow [Sunday] evening at 6pm AEST [being Qld]. I'm sure he would appreciate the prayers and good wishes of all who sailed with him on the old Ship.
I'd fly up there if I could. God grant DD many, many years! May he and his ministry be blessed.
If you ever find yourself in Wellington, do yourself a favour and head to Zealandia wildlife sanctuary. An amazing (and large!) place in the city. I took a guided tour which was well worth it...we saw an amazing array of wildlife and flora, and I learnt a great deal. Fantastic place as Huia and Galilit wrote. They have recently released some riflemen too...we did not see them, but saw many tui, robins, saddlebacks, shags, a whitehead, kāka and a morepork, among many others. Also a few tuatara, including a baby poking its head out of a hole.
A bit of sadness as I had an early dinner before catching the bus home. A woman asked me to take a photo of her and 2 companions. Turns out one of them had lost a son in the Christchurch terror attacks. She was up here to get away. I'm simply floored currently. I know it was but a passing acquaintance, but it does hit home hard. Not sure what to hope for, but I suppose I can hope love triumphs and the suffering are comforted. Sounds rather trite, though.
Indeed, prayers for DD. Consecrated a bishop, rather than installed, I think. Zappa as a Dean was installed. Bishops don't have a stall.
The service booklets called it an ordination and installation although the liturgy used the words consecrated and inducted. Slightly schizophrenic.
Very odd. Maybe ++Glenn should have headed north and sorted it all out. I mean that DD was ordained as a deacon and then a priest and does not need a further ordination but rather his consecration. And inducted? Priests are inducted as rectors in a parish (vicars in parts south). A diocesan bishop is enthroned. But what you set out is odd indeed. Perhaps we should add a few more prayers for DD.
Grandson has just arrived home from school with his dad who has been out all day. He works from home most days. Grandson has left arm bandaged or plaster and a sling. Arm fractured and in plaster. Huge bandage on left leg and possibly more I cannot see. Nepean Hospital emergency which has one of the longest waiting times in NSW. He crashed his bike which is still at school. Local hospital down the road no longer has emergency dept. Neither F nor his dad is particularly happy right now so I may need to wait a while to get more details.
School is half a kilometre from home, five minutes walk, but Year 8 boys ride to school. Of course. Not tomorrow for sure.
Just found out he has plaster on left arm, stitches on lower right leg and bike pedal has bruised right knee. Fun in shower ahead. Apparently someone stepped in front of him and then a collision.
They arrived before 9:00 at Nepean emergency and it was after 1.00 before they left although third in queue.
That's not good, especially as he was doing the right thing and getting to school under his own steam. So many these days seem to be driven (says he with 2 months of observation).
We are half a kilometre from school. Up about 150 ‘ of front yard to footpath , about same to school street, and downthe hill. No one would drive him. Bike is slightly faster than walking but cancelled by locking bike at school.
Fortunately his uncle had not left to catch train to doctors in city. F’s dad was working from home so he was driven to Nepean.
He is feeling miserable, needs some foodand pain is setting in from arm. His bike and helmet will have to be collected tomorrow. Still at school.
It’s a good school and he has made good friends and had a very good report after just two terms there.
I have had what I hope if my last ever contact with the Earthquake Commission. Dealing with them seriously depletes my will to live. I am not kidding when I say that for many people they were worse than the actual quakes.
Earlier on I was very lucky in the people I had to deal with, and had not experienced being told different things by an assessor when there were no witnesses, then an about face it their letters. Other people had warned me about this, but it wasn't my experience at that time - it is now.
Apparently there was a crowd at corner of school street when grandson reached there. He said he had a choice, hit people or hit fence so he chose fence. Not sure what broke arm right at wrist but bike pedal gouged his leg so it required stitches and then badly bruised knee. The pupils of school were helpful. Two manoeuvred busted bike down the hill and locked it up at the bike rack. Others helped him slowly down the short distance to school which notified authorities who rang his dad.
I have been impressed with the school since he started there late July last year. He has done well and all those who have come to useour pool or to play games have been great kids and very polite. He has good reports from teachers too. School starts 8:30 which is three minutes awayand no sign of F yet. Not surprised, he was in quite a bit of pain when he went to bed last night.
Loth, bad publicity is like water off a duck's back to this organisation. I am not exaggerating when I say people with far more serious damage are still waiting to reach a settlement 8 years after.
I know it is petty of me, but I enjoyed ACT M.P David Seymour shooting himself in the foot over gun legislation today. Fancy missing a vote on an important piece of legislation because he was too busy outside telling journalists how important his point of view was.
Loth, bad publicity is like water off a duck's back to this organisation. I am not exaggerating when I say people with far more serious damage are still waiting to reach a settlement 8 years after.
I know it is petty of me, but I enjoyed ACT M.P David Seymour shooting himself in the foot over gun legislation today. Fancy missing a vote on an important piece of legislation because he was too busy outside telling journalists how important his point of view was.
Grandson has returned to school today. New sling for arm so he looks tidy. he has a massive bruise on knee and up thigh from bike pedal. My son collected the bike from school yesterday and it too is in bad shape. Buckled wheel, flat tyre, and handle bars are twisted at an angle. I think they must have hit the fence. I don’t know much about fixing bikes but part of the damage is structural and I’m thinking a new bike may be a better fix than repair.
He did tell me this morning that he was fine. Other mornings had had a very grumpy response .
I've been rather obsessive re assignments for my Masters and continually changing what I am doing -- which means many late nights and much tiredness the next day (self-inflicted). I took a stand last night and have a plan to be more sensible.
As part of being sensible, today I left after a few hours' work on assignments to take a look at a sculpture festival in the small town of Kimbolton, about 45 mins drive north of here. Glad I did: amazing sculptures, artworks, food and music (secondary school kids playing brass when I walked past). Thought of you Huia when I saw this.
Thanks Climacus, he's lovely. (Shorter beak, so he's male). I didn't remember that's where Huia were last seen, but someone once posted a sculpture of one by a roadside somewhere in that area.
I love those country gatherings because you get to see the talents of so many people displayed.
Brilliant decision to take some time out, so you could return refreshed and ready for the next challenge. I remember some horrified comments from friends when I took time out from my studies to feed some ducks and have a picnic.
I spent the first three years of my life in Apiti, near Kimbolton. Dad was headmaster of the school at Apiti. I have been told that he was known to have driven the family Rover at 60 miles an hour on the Kimbolton straight (which I guess was unsealed in the early thirties). The Rover had a bench seat and as I grew I travelled on a cushion between my Dad and. my Mum. Seat belts? Get real!
I have fond memories of travelling on the arm-rest of the bench seat in the front of Dad's Singer Gazelle in the 1960s - again, no restraints whatsoever - while my older brother and sister conducted World War III in the back.
Tomorrow Smoke warning from RFS for tomorrow from hazard reduction burns over a very wide area down here. Hopefully winds on Saturday will clear it in afternoon. Necessary burns but those with asthma can be affected. So Sydney Shipmates may wonder what has happened.
Grandson had stitches on knee removed this afternoon and bulky cast and bandage on broken wrist has been removed and a very efficient brace with three adjustable straps substituted. Local GP has seen it several times and says it is healing well. He will wear this for another four weeks.Sounds like good news.
The previous cast was bulky but uncomfortable as swelling went down. This was expensive but he says it feels much better than first. This is second time he has had a broken arm so it may yet be useful again. He broke other arm a couple of years ago at school playing soccer.
Oops did currency exchange wrongly. Still expensive and he is happy with it so it will be used.
Oh dear re the currency exchange... But good to read it works well and continued best wishes to grandson.
Almost completed assignment 3...a bit of a breather after this. Looking forward to a long long long weekend (lazy uni workers get Easter Tuesday off 😁) exploring Rotorua and Taupo. Lots of good advice from colleagues on what to do...if anyone here has suggestions I'm all ears.
Off to the monthly Farmers' Market later this morning to get some goodies.
I should have mentioned that Kuruman has had an arm in plaster for several weeks ... comes off Maundy Thursday. Kind of cramped her style, as much of her work involves flying (permitted but uncomfortable) and driving (banned).
I'm a little twitchy this week as it's only the second Easter in the last 21 that I'm not involved in a drama production. We've handed the Good Friday thing in the city back to Wesley mission after 5 years. It was time.
Quiet Easter at home, with Biggest and Middle off on a church men's camp out west.
mr curly
Best wishes for the twitches, mr curly; I still have fond memories of visiting your play: and a friend I took once still mentions it.
I am sorry this is a link to Facebook, but the naughty Department of Conservation doesn't seem to update their website as frequently as they do Facebook. Lots going on in the Kākāpō world (DoC link) -- with this cute Facebook video showing some lovely chicks. Only 147 alive from a recent estimates (but looks like they've got some more)...good luck to their breeding programme.
I have memories of the early days of that procession through the deserted streets of Sydney on Good Friday. Black with black veils and silence. Even now the kyrie of the Missa Creola sends shivers down my spine with the accompanying single beat of the drum.
147 is fantastic! I remember burbling on here when they reached 100. Local newspapers published a picture of 3 chicks - which I used on my Easter card that year - I thought it was a brilliant photo to symbolize resurrection. I still have it as the first page that loads whenever I open my computer and it never fails to lift my spirits.
I am annoyed that the best video is on Facebook though.
We normally eat dinner quite lat but DIL wasgoing to Maundy Thursday service at St Finbars in a nearby suburb. Slow cooking dinner has smelt great for hours. A most unusual meat for most Aussies. Venison which came from Bathurst further west. It was very good indeed and we have more, some in fridge and some in fridge. Only problem was a newly opened bottle of red. It seemed wrongly marked. One son and i took a sip. He quickly got up and opened a crisp bottle of white which was in fridge. The red tasted as if it had a bucket of sugar in a bottle. We have had it before and it was fine. This was disgusting.
GeeD, if you feel passionately about fasting you're welcome to join me for our traditional Good Friday dish of pickled fish. A friend of mine calls it 'toxic yellow sludge in a Pyrex dish' and I'd rather have some of Loth's venison myself, but this is how we roll in the Cape.
I might give that a miss, and if it were served we'd be truly fasting. We do our best to have meat-free Fridays in Lent (hard if you're invited out for dinner) and then Holy Week starting on Palm Sunday and finishing on Easter Saturday. On Good Friday, we cut back quantity as well. Lamb on Easter Day though.
I love venison Loth. The only time I got sick of it was as a student. One of the group I was living with was a hunter and had snagged some deer. At the time we were all broke, so it was venison or nothing. For a while.
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Thanks Barnabas for letting us know about installation.
If you ever find yourself in Wellington, do yourself a favour and head to Zealandia wildlife sanctuary. An amazing (and large!) place in the city. I took a guided tour which was well worth it...we saw an amazing array of wildlife and flora, and I learnt a great deal. Fantastic place as Huia and Galilit wrote. They have recently released some riflemen too...we did not see them, but saw many tui, robins, saddlebacks, shags, a whitehead, kāka and a morepork, among many others. Also a few tuatara, including a baby poking its head out of a hole.
A bit of sadness as I had an early dinner before catching the bus home. A woman asked me to take a photo of her and 2 companions. Turns out one of them had lost a son in the Christchurch terror attacks. She was up here to get away. I'm simply floored currently. I know it was but a passing acquaintance, but it does hit home hard. Not sure what to hope for, but I suppose I can hope love triumphs and the suffering are comforted. Sounds rather trite, though.
On the Way ...
What an affirming experience!~
The service booklets called it an ordination and installation although the liturgy used the words consecrated and inducted. Slightly schizophrenic.
You'd be lucky — they are so tiny! But it's worth a wait if you hear 'tzit! tzit!' round the other side of a tree trunk.
Very odd. Maybe ++Glenn should have headed north and sorted it all out. I mean that DD was ordained as a deacon and then a priest and does not need a further ordination but rather his consecration. And inducted? Priests are inducted as rectors in a parish (vicars in parts south). A diocesan bishop is enthroned. But what you set out is odd indeed. Perhaps we should add a few more prayers for DD.
School is half a kilometre from home, five minutes walk, but Year 8 boys ride to school. Of course. Not tomorrow for sure.
Just found out he has plaster on left arm, stitches on lower right leg and bike pedal has bruised right knee. Fun in shower ahead. Apparently someone stepped in front of him and then a collision.
They arrived before 9:00 at Nepean emergency and it was after 1.00 before they left although third in queue.
Fortunately his uncle had not left to catch train to doctors in city. F’s dad was working from home so he was driven to Nepean.
He is feeling miserable, needs some foodand pain is setting in from arm. His bike and helmet will have to be collected tomorrow. Still at school.
It’s a good school and he has made good friends and had a very good report after just two terms there.
I have had what I hope if my last ever contact with the Earthquake Commission. Dealing with them seriously depletes my will to live. I am not kidding when I say that for many people they were worse than the actual quakes.
Earlier on I was very lucky in the people I had to deal with, and had not experienced being told different things by an assessor when there were no witnesses, then an about face it their letters. Other people had warned me about this, but it wasn't my experience at that time - it is now.
I am glad I have a kitten to curl up with.
Huia - hope things work out with the earthquake people.
I have been impressed with the school since he started there late July last year. He has done well and all those who have come to useour pool or to play games have been great kids and very polite. He has good reports from teachers too. School starts 8:30 which is three minutes awayand no sign of F yet. Not surprised, he was in quite a bit of pain when he went to bed last night.
And I hope you never have to hear from a nasty Earthquake Commission person again, Huia.
Hope all are travelling well. I am still a bit tired from my 3 days of lessons, I think. Just gone 5pm and I'm ready for a nap.
I know it is petty of me, but I enjoyed ACT M.P David Seymour shooting himself in the foot over gun legislation today. Fancy missing a vote on an important piece of legislation because he was too busy outside telling journalists how important his point of view was.
That MP sounds quite incompetent. I hadseen nothing till your post.
Here is the link to the grandstanding MP
https://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/world/oceania/missed-the-vote-pro-gun-mp-grandstands-to-media-while-chamber-decides-20190402-p51a0j.html
He did tell me this morning that he was fine. Other mornings had had a very grumpy response .
I've been rather obsessive re assignments for my Masters and continually changing what I am doing -- which means many late nights and much tiredness the next day (self-inflicted). I took a stand last night and have a plan to be more sensible.
As part of being sensible, today I left after a few hours' work on assignments to take a look at a sculpture festival in the small town of Kimbolton, about 45 mins drive north of here. Glad I did: amazing sculptures, artworks, food and music (secondary school kids playing brass when I walked past). Thought of you Huia when I saw this.
I love those country gatherings because you get to see the talents of so many people displayed.
Brilliant decision to take some time out, so you could return refreshed and ready for the next challenge. I remember some horrified comments from friends when I took time out from my studies to feed some ducks and have a picnic.
Oops did currency exchange wrongly. Still expensive and he is happy with it so it will be used.
Almost completed assignment 3...a bit of a breather after this. Looking forward to a long long long weekend (lazy uni workers get Easter Tuesday off 😁) exploring Rotorua and Taupo. Lots of good advice from colleagues on what to do...if anyone here has suggestions I'm all ears.
Off to the monthly Farmers' Market later this morning to get some goodies.
Quiet Easter at home, with Biggest and Middle off on a church men's camp out west.
mr curly
I am sorry this is a link to Facebook, but the naughty Department of Conservation doesn't seem to update their website as frequently as they do Facebook. Lots going on in the Kākāpō world (DoC link) -- with this cute Facebook video showing some lovely chicks. Only 147 alive from a recent estimates (but looks like they've got some more)...good luck to their breeding programme.
I am annoyed that the best video is on Facebook though.
I doubt it. One son has labelled bottle DO NOT DRINK. i would be turfing it out and not saving it for even a marinade. Sickly sweet.