I think it just likes us...

The neighbours have planted a grape vine.

It keeps trying to come over to our side of the fence. We push it back, it comes back over. (Not that we mind it coming over here, it's just that it belongs to them)

So most of the vine ends up on our side.

It must just like us.

Of course, how many bunches of grapes has it produced in this, its first year of growth?

It's a good thing I don't live in Woolloomooloo

Had a fax today from a minister in Papua New Guinea who is a PNG national who my local church sponsored through ministerial education.

He's now posted in a remote village in the southern highlands, but from time to time we trade letters/faxes about life and what's going on for each of our families.

He and his wife have just had a new baby boy, and they've named him after the town in which I live.

How much sense does the title of this post make? No?

A compliment?

According to the course co-ordinator at my university I'm "academically incorrigible - in a winsome way"

And how much of an idea do I have as to whether it was a positive or negative comment?

Hmmm.... *goes off to find dictionary*

Self Expression

My hair obviously feels that it's been released from the bondage of length and weight and now takes the opportunity to express itself each night.

I just wish I could understand what statement it's trying to make.

I was rather taken aback on the first morning of new short hair to see it in a rather good impersonation of Hugh Grant circa 1999.

Then there was the Sulphur-Crested Cockatoo.

Then the mad scientist / conductor circa 1930.

This morning's effort was more of a "Drug-crazed Socialite, Morning After Mugshot".

Then again, when I think about it, how much do I want to know what it's trying to say?

Joy.

There are some things that bring joy to our lives.

Sometimes it's in successfully completing a task well.

Sometimes it's in the beauty of nature, or the kindness of a stranger.

Sometimes joy sneaks in amidst the mundane.

And sometimes it's in watching your dog try to catch the fly crawling up the screen - through a closed window.

How many flies did he catch?

Depressing

I've pulled out my Greek books today and tidied up my storage space, which of course means reviewing the marks I got on the assessment last semester before I consign it to the archives.

And, boy was I so smart... and now can't recognise the half of the obscure grammatical points I identified in the final paper.

There's no resting on my laurels for this semester, though. Somehow I'd better pick it up prior to the beginning of the new semester when I'm doing New Testament Greek 3.

And what can I remember about hortatory subjunctives?

*brain slowly grinding into gear*

Hmmm?

And how much hair do I have left?

... comparatively

And the chances of a good photo of me just when I want one?