How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land

Leaving soon for the cinema, to see Clone Wars with my son. My presbyterian soul feels that I should be in church, but since my son regularly elects not to attend church, and therefore one of us (his parents) stays at home to be with him, I don't think that my guilt feelings are appropriate.

Busy

To-day's challenge was to prioritise - recognising that, at the day's end, plenty that one would have liked to have done will not have been done. But we have done, I think, what we had to do - haircuts for father and son, shoes (ballet and school) for daughter, a visit for grandma ...

Homeless

Not literally, I hasten to add. It's just that, owing to a technical fault, I am currently unable to post in the usual place.

I've been listening to Beethoven's 9th symphony. Inspiring stuff. I have a set of CDs of the Beethoven symphonies performed by the Royal Liverpool Philharmonic, conducted by Sir Charles Mackerras. Clean, satisfying performances. What struck me about the last movement of Beethoven's 9th (the famous choral finale) was how different the climaxes were from, for example, those in Mahler's symphonies. The late romantics build up to their climaxes, whereas Beethoven's seem to come from nowhere, like water bursting through a breached dam.

Moving on

Just too cumulatively tired ...

Perspective

Cat

Earwig oh

Yes and no

It was a good holiday, but being back and facing the task ahead is
terrifying ...

Are holidays a good idea?

Ask me in two and a half weeks ...

Counting down

Just 3 days to go, and we're on holiday!

moBlogging

Just trying cellSpin ...

AirShow

Anticipating an interesting day - the Museum of Flight down the road is hosting its annual airshow. After yesterday's sun and blue skies we have cloud and drizzle - but I wouldn't have wanted it to be too hot, with two children in tow and the risk of sunburn.

Somewhat anxious about the travel arrangements - we're leaving the car at home (well, not quite - we're driving to the station), and taking the train and a shuttle bus - I'm just hoping that the the shuttle bus is big enough for all to fit in ...

wayPoint

Will I ever escape from the prison of too much to do, too little time - and the consequential tiredness? I live in continual dread of failing to get something done, or doing something inadequately, because I haven't the time, and I haven't the energy.

Another meeting, this afternoon, with somebody whose job it is to help us; but being invited to attend yet another meeting is not being helped, unless something is then offered. I'm tired, and afraid that in my fear and my frustration I will come across as uncooperative.

Pray for me ...

Top deck

As holiday time approaches, and I wonder how I shall survive away from a computer, I guess that it is only natural to be trying out some mobile blogging options.

And, a little more prettily

With a title ...

At last! I can use ping.fm ...

Just testing

From the café ...

Reaching for the sky

Needing, on so many fronts, just to take one day at a time ...

Trying to be creative

Frustrated ...

Breaking the silence

Silence can be golden - not always ...

I'm finding it difficult to report on what is happening around me these days. A crisis, I guess. On many levels. Too many questions - reminds me of the old days of trying to solve applied maths problems - if there were too many unknowns, the problem couldn't be solved ...