Forgotten

I woke up at seven fifteen and posted today's Morning Prayer link to What's App, then dozed until I got up at eight. By the time we'd eaten breakfast the rain stopped and the streets quickly dried by the time I was ready to go to the St Catherine's Eucharist. 

Writing the blog every day is an opporunity to reflect on things of inteest and imprance to me. It's also a way of exercising my memory, recalling mundane detail. But sometimes a minor distraction can act like a trip-wire into forgetting. I put my Fitbit on charge while I said the Office, and left home without it due to a non routine call on my atention. It's the first time I've done that in the two years I've worn it.  A full charge lasts less than half now of the three days it originally did. It's the same too with my phone, now two and a half years old, and with my Chromebooks and Windows laptop.

There were eight of us plus baby Sebastian at the service. His mum Rachel sat in the same pew as me, and Seb gave me big grins until he got wriggly and restless. He can stand in a wobbly sort of way, but then he gets frustrated and wants to crawl and haul himself up if he can. He's so keen to get moving. He's very popular with those who come on a Wednesday. Pam was with us today. She finds the Sunday service too long for her now. There we are together, from nine months to ninety years with three of us octogenarians in good repair, enjoying each other's company. We talked about Mike, former actor and theatre critic who died peacefully at home on the weekend, remembering how beautifully he read scripture when he was still well enough to be on the rota.

After coffee and a chat, I collected this week's veggie bag from Chapter. Lunch was ready by the time I got home and strapped on my fitbit and adjusted today's step/distance goals to take into account the three uncounted kilometers already walked, just to make sure my daily exercise quote is consistent. Some days I find the last few kilometers hard work, for no apparent reason, and prefer to make sure to make the effort on the 'use it or lose it' principle applied to mobility.

We had a cottage pie made from a ready made Quorn concoction for lunch. It tasted as if it was made from Bisto gravy to resemble meat I suppose. It gave me dyspepsia and took ages to digest. To be avoided in future. I'd rather make my own sauce to cook with the dehydrated version.

After lunch I made the video slideshow to accompany next week's Morning Prayer, and uploaded it. I needed to update the photo that identifies me at the start of the video now I look different with short hair, but couldn't take a selfie with my phone camera as its screen lens doesn't work properly since the last time I dropped it. Then I remembered the laptop camera. First I had to find out how it works, as I've not used it before and googled to find out how to. 

I walked in Llandaff Fields for an hour and a half, visiting the tree with the hollow stub of a branch, where I spotted a blue tit coming and going, and with patience succeeded in getting a photo of it. It pops in and out of the hollow so rapidly there are many more failures than successes with a hand held camera with a telephoto lens. It's not a very sharp picture as a result, but the bird is recognisable. The first time I noticed small birds frequenting this tree, thought they were nuthatches, similar colouration at a glance, but I was mistaken, as the photo confirms.

After supper I watched the episode of 'Panda' then one of 'The Good Doctor' before heading for bed.