Saturday, October 8, 2011

Matthew Chapter Six

“And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites, for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by men. I tell you the truth, they have received their reward in full. But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you. And when you pray, do not keep on babbling like pagans, for they think they will be heard because of their many words. Do not be like them, for your Father knows what you need before you ask him.






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Limin On the Porch With El Che

Cheyenne and I were home alone so we did what we do best.


We hung together on the porch and waited for the boss to get home. My chores were done, laundry- check. Cleaned the car- check. Washed the Triumph and adjusted the chain- check. Trees trimmed- check.


The shopping was done too and somehow accidentally a four pack of Boddington's fell into the shopping cart. The book is the story of a US writer touring South America on a BMW retracing the steps of Guevara and Granado on their 1952 trip on La Poderosa IIthe 500cc Norton which powered the trip made famous by the movie Motorcycle Diaries.


Skies were gray but dry, a cooling breeze was blowing through the palms. The Boddington's was delicious, as was Cheyenne's rawhide. All was well with the world.


I felt like a proper Keys visitor imagining this is all there is to life in the Fabulous Florida Keys. Limin all the time.

(with thanks to Amanda in the BVI )

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Key West Bight Boats

It's the weekend so everyone who works regular hours starts thinking about what to do with two precious days off. Not that anyone wants to thank a trade union for struggling to create the weekend so many decades ago.


Surprisingly enough it actually took organizing and protest to convince employers that the sky would not fall in if people got two whole days off in a row.


Sundays used to be reserved for religious observances on the theory that six days of labor, at ten or more hours a day was good for the lower orders and keeping them on their knees Sunday mornings would help keep them out of mischief.


Which would not have left much time for going boating had the lower orders even had such manifestly inappropriate objects. Fiberglass and mass production of leisure craft was a long way into the future when the weekend was created.


I am off this weekend leaving the police, fire and rescue dispatching to my very capable colleagues who will no doubt fumble through without me. I get to devote Columbus Day, our third precious day off this weekend, to my dog and my wife, not necessarily in that order.


Sitting in a classroom from eight in the ante meridian to six in the post meridian all week long gave me a taste of how miserable it is to work regular hours.


Strangers view my twelve hour shifts from six to six as horribly long but the reality is we get two nights off for every two we work, plus I have time during the day to get things done.


Working all day and coming home knackered sucks. Now there is a pile of laundry, the motorcycle needs washing, the car needs vacuuming as Cheyenne won't listen to me and tracks gravel in the car all the time! Besides all that I need to trim the trees which are brushing the house, load the boat on the trailer...and the weekend will be done.


Ah yes, the weekend. We love our weekends.


And remember as we celebrate Cristoforo Colombothat it was neither bankers nor wars that brought you the weekend. Though the people in charge won't tell you that.



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