I slept almost nine hours last night, after napping on and off through the afternoon and evening — I expect that I’ll have some sleep-transition jetlag issues, but at least I’m off to a good start at returning to my home sleep-cycle pattern. I ran my short route this morning to g … | Continue reading
In all the spy and superagent and honest-cop and determined scientist-rescuer films, the travel from one exotic location to another goes largely unremarked, even though it takes up more real-world time than the dramatic confrontations, clandestine revelations, fight sequences, mi … | Continue reading
So, beginning yesterday morning: it was raining, so I didn’t run. Then I waited for the dog minder, who got stuck in traffic; he arrived a half hour late, just after the Archdeacon arrived for our scheduled appointment. We had a very good talk, and I proceeded to the parish centr … | Continue reading
Waiting for Hilary Term to end, that is. It’s my intense teaching term at Oriel, and my parish responsibilities have been steady — and I’m flying to my mother-in-law’s funeral in the States for the weekend. So I’ll be ready when term-time ends. I ran my miles this morning, then c … | Continue reading
I didn’t run this morning cos it was raining steadily when I woke up. That was convenient, since I needed time before the 8:00 Mass to go over my sermon one more time and then print it. The weather’’s changed since then — mostly clear skies this afternoon — but I don’t think I’ll … | Continue reading
I could be referring to my sleepy feet on our early=morning run, or doing the washing-up, or writing a sermon for the nth week in a row. In any case, I have to extrude a sermon from my imagination, but apart from that I will be taking things easy today. (For the journal, I did… | Continue reading
I ran my morning route both of the last two days (in unseasonably, unreasonably warm weather), had my fruit breakfast and coffee, cared for the Margaret-bereft canines, made a foray in Oxford yesterday and will do today as well, picked up a grocery or two, and have been thinking … | Continue reading
I did not run this morning, as I was out late at Oriel’s Theology Dinner. I woke up in time to begin bashing out a homily for our Ash Wednesday morning service; at this evening’s service, I’m mostly just decorative. The wee duggies were anxious about my leaving for a few hours so … | Continue reading
Ran my two miles, coffee and fruit, am reading a student essay, will clean up and go to Morning Prayer, dash back to feed and air the dogs, then to the bus stop to get to Oxford for tutorials by 11:00, then home to Abingdon for an afternoon appointment, then time for more marking … | Continue reading
Two miles, coffee and fruit, Morning Prayer, fruit and coffee, marking, thorough meeting about pastoral care at St Helen’s, back home to wrap up marking, dog care…. | Continue reading
Up for my morning run, coffee, Morning Prayer (at home), a second cup and hot breakfast, give the sermon a once-over, print, shower, hurry to church, preach and assist, talk with church-goers at the door, join a Young Server Recruitment meeting, stumble home, lunch, begin proofre … | Continue reading
Patricia (Pat) Anne Pennington Bamforth died peacefully in her sleep, at Maine General Hospital in Augusta, ME, on February 5th, 2024, after a long and full life of care for family and community. She was born September 17, 1937, in St Louis, MO, graduated from Kirkwood High Schoo … | Continue reading
We woke up execrably early this morning so that Margaret could catch the first flight to Boston out of Heathrow. That means catching the bus out of Abingdon, changing for the Airliner coach in Oxford, and arriving in good time for the international flight; added to the joys of ea … | Continue reading
I will not run my miles through a steady rain in single-digit temps. That’s a firm negatory. Instead I sdat and talked with Margaret about various aspects of her travel plans, what to expect when she gets to Pat’s house, and so on. I marked essays, listened to the Cardboards live … | Continue reading
So, a busy day today. I ran my two (a decent time, actually, for a change), then coffee and fruit and cleaning up, then Morning Prayer, then back to church for a (long) weekly staff meeting. Then home to turn back to home-work. I’m cooking dinner for my sweetheart, then an evenin … | Continue reading
Margaret and I are both orphans, now. Yesterday at 8:00 EST/1:00 GMT, Patricia P Bamforth died in her sleep at her hospital in Augusta, Maine. I’ll post an obit later, but for now suffice it to say that we were neither surprised nor fully prepared. Just Saturday she had agreed to … | Continue reading
Full day at church — after having run my two miles and said Morning Prayer and showered and dressed, all before 7:15, I made my way to church for the 8:00 service. Then I came home to say Good Morning to Margaret, then back to church to walk through the special service for the Th … | Continue reading
Ran (walked part of) my two miles, Morning Prayer, hot breakfast, and now to work up a sermon for tomorrow and a Faith orum on ‘the sacraments’ (‘On the Very Idea of a Sacrament’ for you Davidson aficionados). | Continue reading
I ran all three of the last mornings (short route on Wednesday, as I was short of sleep and a bit achey from so much standing up). I had been putting off blogging, partly because I have had a full plate of things to do and partly because I was hoping to be able to… | Continue reading
I ran my miles, of course, and had a cup of coffeee and fruit. Will take tea upstairs to Margaret, clean up, and head to Morning Prayer, then shop for groceries and return home to pass the day tidying and helping Margaret. And in the evening, will welcome parishioners and friends … | Continue reading
Ran my short route this morning — just felt like it — and came home to coffee, hot breakfast, a leisurely clean-up and change into church clothes, morning Mass, for the last time not-as-staff. This licensing business is beginning to seem like a classic mild, but utterly incongruo … | Continue reading
And it’ll be my last for a while, since — if I read the rota correctly — I’m preaching at St Helen’s every Sunday for the next four weeks. Two more (chillier, 2°) miles in the book, cup of coffee, and about to say Morning Prayer. I expect Margaret and I will do some tidying… | Continue reading
Two miles, fruit breakfast, Morning Prayer, coffee in town (at Throwing Buns — gluten-free scones for Margaret), chemist’s, library for some books about the history of Abingdon, then into Oxford for the New Testament Seminar. It’s a long, long bus ride home at rush hour on Friday … | Continue reading
Big teaching day in the family: Margaret had her two-hour lecture in East Oxford, and I had two tutorials at Oriel. Add in the to-ing and fro-ing of getting to town, and we’re well tired. I did run my miles this morning, and of course said Morning Prayer and finished marking the … | Continue reading
The weather was warmer this morning (9°), as the third blustery, rainy storm to cross Great Britain in the last few weeks passed through. I had a wee bit of a lie-in, ran my two miles, had some coffee and fruit, said Morning Prayer and consulted with my colleagues, picked up some … | Continue reading
Two miles in the morning, coffee and fruit, Morning Prayer, then coffee with MArgaret in town, a wee trip to W. B. Smith and Waitrose, home for lunch and an academic meeting, by then some odds and ends relative to my project toward articulating a chantry list for St Helen’s. Busy … | Continue reading
Ran my two miles, fruit and coffee, and off to the church for Morning Prayer. Should pick up some groceries, and then home to read and study, and I have a student thesis to peer into. | Continue reading
I set out on my run this morning. It was a balmy 6° (after a spell of subzero temps), though the air was lightly seasoned with drizzle. I figured that a mist was easy enough to negotiate granted the appeal of a warmer atmosphere. The mist, however, turned out to be more like driz … | Continue reading
Sermon done, just before dinner. This is the first time two of the parish’s congregations will hear me preach, so the stakes are different from what they’d be if everyone already knew to expect to be bored. | Continue reading
…so I did run my short (~1.5 mi) route, short cause of my knee, then came home for coffee and hot breakfast. Since then I’ve been doing online errands to avoid finishing tomorrow’s sermon. That looks like the shoape of my whole day, unless I finish my sermon in a rush this aftern … | Continue reading
Not really limping, nor really a circle, but I did make a very unambitious, very gentle jog along my short route. My knee is still feeling wobbly; the temperature was -4°; but I get uneasy if I skip two days in a row, lest I start getting lazy. Coffee and easy peelers, tea in bed … | Continue reading
I didn’t run this morning, partly because the temperature at running time was -5°, and partly because my knee situation got more wobbly and painful as the day wore on. I did walk to Morning Prayer, though, and into town with Margaret for coffee and pain au raisin. This afternoon … | Continue reading
I ran my short route again today on account of the -1° temperature, but the whole experience was coloured by my tweaked left knee. I didn’t notice an uneven step, a skid or a wobble — just, about a quarter mile into my run I felt my knee twinging with each step. I slowed down… | Continue reading
-3°, so I ran my shorter route, but I did run anyway. My fingers got a bit numb; no, they got prickly and painful, so I doubt I will run two days in a row at subzero temperatures. It’s only Celsius, so USians can look smug and point to Iowa temperatures, but I wouldn’t run… | Continue reading
I ran my two yesterday and today.Yesterday I then rushed to St Nicolas’s to observe the 8:00 service (that I’ll be celebrating next week), hurried home to have breakfast before arriving early for the 10:30 (I walked along but didn’t do anything importantly liturgical, but had tim … | Continue reading
I slept late this morning — all the way to quarter after seven! — and when I woke up I was aghast, because I had planned to go to the 8:00 service at Nicolas this week, to watch the way it goes, since I’m saying the 8:00 Mass next week. I was almost completely dressed… | Continue reading
Ran two miles (the Ock River was back down to recognisable channels, thank heaven) in 5°, up from -1°; fruit and coffee, Morning Prayer, and now settling in to do some reading. Dave, that sounds like my scintillating scotomas, and my doctors haven’t been worried by them. They are … | Continue reading
Dave Rogers appositely points to our family favourite film Mystery Men, and adds a link to an enthusiastic critical assessment of what I am accustomed to treating as yet another idiosyncratic feature of life with the Adams. Hail, the Mystery Men! Remember, ‘When you can balance a … | Continue reading
I had forgotten how early in the year the anniversary of Aaron Swartz‘s death comes. As we begin to lose the elders of the earliest Web, I can’t forget the cruelty with which overambitious politically-motivated prosecutors crushed his spirit; his voice and insight would be a prec … | Continue reading
Run two miles, coffee and fruit, Morning Prayer, home, meeting at church, now home again, and working on church projects. Good thing I’m only part-time. | Continue reading
It’s only 0°, but it felt colder on my morning run, and even more so as I walked to church this morning. Then time spent preparing for a Faith Forum next month, then lunch. | Continue reading
Yesterday I ran, joined Morning Prayer with my colleagues, had a meeting with the Rector, had a cup of coffee in town at Java, did some grocery shopping, made it home at about lunch time, worked on the bulletin for my licensing service, reconstructed the prompt for the first tuto … | Continue reading
What to say? Saturday we stayed indoors, at home, in deference to the flood waters. I didn’t run (though of course I could have taken a different route that stayed clear of the rivers; it just seemed more sensible to stay at home, indoors, while I hammered out a sermon and Margar … | Continue reading
Guess I’m not going to run this morning… Yes, yes, I understand that I could run in the opposite direction, but I’m a creature of habit. | Continue reading
I’ve been in a grouchy mood all day because I went for a haircut yesterday, and despite my having said explicitly (and repeatedly) that I wanted my hair tidier not shorter, not shorter, the barber trimmed away a year’s growth of hair. Once I sit down in the chair and take my glas … | Continue reading
I don’t usually read Matt Mullenweg’s blog — to be honest, I didn’t even remember that he had one, though I remembered his tagline — but Dave Rogers pointed me to it, and more specifically to Matt’s request that people blog, and that they link their posts to his birthday blog whe … | Continue reading
The ladies, Minke and Flora, that is. I’ll add photo evidence as soon as I can. Ran my two miles this morning, against objections from my quadriceps, coffee and fruit breakfast, shower, Morning Prayer, and back home to help Margaret with her tea and breakfast, as she slipped on t … | Continue reading
I woke up in my (our) own bed this morning after nine or ten hours’ sleep — aaahhhh! Got up, ran my shorter route (to warm my legs up to the idea of daily running again), coffee, shower, dressed in clericals since from today on, I’m more-or-less engaged as one of the clergy at Ab … | Continue reading