The exact name of the virus was SomeFool.Gen1. It has nothing to do with the computer/chair interface. Having said that, your irreverent comments may now resume.
Preacher today spoke on the nature of supernatural evil in the gospel encounter with the Gerasene demoniac. Graeme got a chocolate for his birthday, which is next Saturday. I will remember to go in to Manna Books or Moran Catholic Supplies and buy him a little cross broach to give him. He got prayers for his problems in as far as we understood his conversation, which can be unintelligible. I suspect that if we gave him prayer before the beginning of the service and sent him home again he would depart contented towards his spiritual comforts. I’m not planning on doing that just yet.
Stayed on to listen to the Adult Study Group descuss a report-back on the Forum on “Work on Drugs” which met last week at Caversham Church. Afterwards I walked home with an octogenerian widow and was invited home for lunch: stewed rhubarb and apple, and toast, followed by home-made afghan biscuit and an apple. (Translation: afghan biscuit: oatmeal biscuit with chocolate icing topped with a walnut half – the name is a politically incorrect survivor in NZ English refering to the brown colour of the biscuit.)
She showed me around her house as she was disposing of things she no longer needed. I came away with a couple of good books, an Arthur Mee title I had not seen before, a copy of Sir George Grey’s Polynesian Mythology, and a Geneva gown if I ever need one. I left behind the hood. It was a Master of Arts, without the fur lining that indicates a Bachelor of Arts’ hood, the Bachelors needed extra lining as traditionally they had to stand outside while the Masters took all the seats inside the lecture theatres.
I also came away with a couple of maps that I think Dave will like. One is a survey map of the Otago Harbour, showing the sections, the other is a map of Taieri County with enlargements for Taieri and Middlemarch. She had other maps so when Dave is up next I will take him across for a visit to see if there are any others he would like to take back to Invercargill with him.
She had a packet of glowsticks in her study. I showed her how they worked by snapping one so the elements became active. There seemed no point in leaving it there. I have brought it home in my pocket. It is sitting in the hallway where I expect it will glow for another day or so, I expect.
The hollow men turned up in the late afternoon, arriving on a motorbike in black leathers. He had been by twice this morning. I had been out both times. I loaned him several Gregorian CDs: one by a group of Benedictine Monks; others by the Benzedrine Monks and the Masters of Chant; and a cd of Middle English Christmas songs. I think he should have fun with those. As payment he gave us two bars of chocolate: Macadamia, and Rum and Raisin. We opened the second one after tea. Very tasty!
I think I have nearly caught up with my email correspondence now. I have one word to find for my folk musician that is outstanding: the chanter on a bagpipe. I have even started reading through the back log at Conculture, not very far. I got to 11548, which is only a handful further on from where I left off.