| 11:11a |
sunny sundays and rainy mondays
I had one of those really lovely sunny Sundays yesterday. Quite often on the weekends, I stand behind my cash register (or "transaction centre") and watch all the happy weekend people relaxing. Yesterday, that was ME! I had the day off work, and so Jo and I were off to the markets. It was so great spending time with Jo. She's one of my best friends from uni, and last year she was off in London following her dream. I hadn't actually hung out with her properly since she'd come back, just because things were kinda going wrong in my own life. Anyway, we meant to head off to the Bondi markets, but behold, the City to Surf was on! I really would not have a clue about what's happening unless people tell me. So it was off to Balmain instead. I hadn't been to Balmain for so long. I used to hang out there a lot as a teenager, and wish that I lived there. Jojo and I stopped off at this cute bakery called "The Common Ground Cafe", and ate these delicious sandwiches with olives in the bread. Then, I drank dandelion coffee! I have to inform you of that, dear readers, because the only reason I ordered it was so that I could tell people about it. It was this funny drink made from the roots of dandelions, which looked like coffee but was not actually coffee at all. I wish that I could say that I liked it, because it seems like a rather cosmopolitan and sophisticated and bohemian thing to drink. But it was actually quite disgusting. Anyway, Jo and I headed up the street to the Rozelle markets, which were really cool and scruffy and laid-back. All the stall holders for the second-hand clothes looked really eccentric. I picked up some new knee-high stripey socks, as well as the "Josie and the Pussycats" soundtrack! Yay! It so rocks- it's girly and angsty and full of lots of guitary bits. On the CD is a track called "Shapeshifter", sung by Josie and the Pussycats. I showed it to Ben, but I'm not sure if he was impressed or not.
Then it was off to church. I love my new church. I love hanging out with my friends there, and laughing about things and sharing thoughts with them. It was a bit of a run through the pouring rain to get there from the train station, though. Running through rain always makes me feel both tragic and romantic. Once I got there, I found my sister in the kitchen helping to make the dinner with Kez and Steve. The night was spent catching up with my buddies, looking at the burn marks that Steve had made on the ceiling while cooking, singing and listening to the sermon. Church is something that I love- a place that I find to be warm, welcoming, comforting and challenging. So it really surprises me when people think of church as boring and scary and full of unneccessary rituals. It makes me sad, because that's not what church or religion is supposed to be about. Church is supposed to be a place where we encourage, teach and help one another. It is an extended family. I love what James writes about religion: "Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep onself from being polluted by the world." (James 1:27) So give your local church a go- you might be surprised. Or come and visit me at mine!
And by the way, here's an interesting inventory.
People who have consoled me about my haircut:
Andrew Manning- "I think that you could get away with any sort of wild hairstyle."
Jo- "I didn't notice, it looks fine! It's very straight."
Roanne- "Let me see your hair! It's fine! Don't worry about it! It doesn't look that different."
Ben- "Is your hair shorter? Don't worry about it. It's okay." |