Yes, I’m still using my made-up word. It amuses me.
You know what? Sunday Club is great. I love my class. They’re mostly 11-12 year olds and they’re so funny. They love to chat. I mean, they loooooove to chat. It’s incredibly hard to stop them once they get going. They tell us long, convoluted stories about things that happened at school – things they swear are related to what we’ve been discussing in class, but the stories go for so long sometimes, with so many twists and turns, that it’s impossible to work out the point. And difficult not to (a) laugh or (b) allow one’s eyes to glaze over, when listening to stories that go something like this:
So, my friend… well, she was my friend because we were in the same class since we were in prep but this year she’s not in my class because… well, I forget why. Anyway, she was my friend but she’s kind of not now but we’re still friends, but we’re not in the same class. But I see her at lunchtime and stuff. And she’s really pretty, but she’s not vain or anything – well, some people say she’s stuck up but she’s really not, and anyway these boys, they were teasing her and being really mean and she was upset but she didn’t tell the teacher or anything. I think she didn’t. Maybe she did. But she was upset. And they were mean.
(The above is a trust-me-I’ve-shortened-it version of a story told when I asked for examples of humility. I’m still not sure how it relates.)
Anyway. Sunday Club. It’s a bit of work and it can be tiring, and in the week before I start a new block after having a break I always wonder why on earth I’m doing it… but then I do it, and I remember. Because it’s a joy to be with those kids (even when they talk about farts or tell rambling stories) and completely wonderful to have a tiny part in their spiritual upbringing. I don’t have children of my own; it’s a privilege to be allowed to share other people’s for a little while.
And here’s what we’ve been doing for the past two weeks:
God’s people, happy in God’s land with God as their King
Sin enters the world, and the people live their own way without God as their King
(Parts 1 & 2 of 10 weeks of lessons, that will result in a very long, very awesome banner)
I’m still in the process of de-cluttering and tidying up my house. I fear that de-cluttering is going to be a lifelong process, but I think I’m nearing the end of the BIG clear-out. Several large items went out in the conveniently-timed hard rubbish collection two weeks ago, and my garage is full of boxes and bags to go to an op shop. My house feels a lot more organised and spacious. (Ha. I just typed ‘specious’. NOT the same thing.)
One of the reasons for the clear out is that I’d like to try to find a housemate. Partly it’s for financial reasons – I can afford to live alone, but there’s not much financial wiggle room. It would help to have someone to share the expenses. The other reason is that I’m ready for company again. I tend to go through phases with house sharing – I live alone for a few years, get sick of it, find a housemate and enjoy company for a few years. Then the housemate moves out for one reason or another and I think, “Yeah, that’s fine, I’ll live alone again for a while.” I’ve now been living alone for four and a half years and I’m ready for a change.
However… I realised today that I’ve been stalling a bit on getting the spare room emptied and ready for someone to move in. Hm. Interesting. I’m stalling because… I’m no longer 20. What I mean is, when I was in my 20s most of my friends were single and so it was easy to find a housemate. We were friends, we knew each other pretty well, it was an easy decision. But now I’m well past my 20s and most of my friends are married, and those who are not married are unavailable for house-sharing, for one reason or another. Which is fine, but it means if I want to find a housemate I have to go out and find one. Advertise, or ask friends if they know anyone, or… I don’t know, look under a rock? 😉 Whatever, it means it will be someone I don’t already know, and that’s risky. What if we don’t get along? What if (horrors!) they don’t like Star Trek? What if… what if… what if…? So yes. I’ve been stalling.
My parents moved house recently. As in, they moved out of the house where they’ve lived for 49 years. I’m interstate, so not only have I not seen the new house (which looks lovely in photos) I also didn’t get a last look at the old house. The house where I spent the first 20 years of my life. I didn’t know, the last time I was there, that I’d never see inside it again. It’s a slightly strange feeling, really. A part of my childhood has just quietly slipped away.
Zumba is still fun. I go to classes on Saturday morning and Monday evening, and I was a little disappointed that there wasn’t a mid-week class. Wednesday would have been good. I even considered going to a Pilates class on Wednesday evenings, just to have another mid-week option. Then I discovered (long story) that there IS a Wednesday evening Zumba class. There has been the whole time. It’s listed right there on the timetable that’s stuck to my fridge. The colour-coded timetable, where Zumba is an unmissable lime green – and listed RIGHT ABOVE the Pilates class I was thinking about. Oh. Okay then. Might make an optometrist appointment soon…
I’ve recently discovered that I don’t actually hate fennel. Well, I don’t hate roasted fennel. I like it a lot. To my surprise, it does NOT taste like licorice when it’s roasted. Who knew? Yummy.
Aaaaaand… I think that’s about it for now. What’s been going on for you?