Late-night attempt at completing month’s work — unsuccessful, surprisingly enough. But God’s grace continues to give me grace, so owned up problems to immediate boss, and solution readily presented itself. Kids, don’t keep quiet when things go wrong. Or better yet, are about to do so.
Speaking of things going wrong, I really should have grabbed that Waterstone’s copy of Ark Angel by Anthony Horowitz, the latest in the Alex Rider series, when I had the chance. “When I had the chance” … ouch. Kinokuniya sold out. Borders hasn’t even whiffed it yet. When I have my little bookshoppe, perhaps as a little old lady, it’s not gonna be the last remaining bastion of so-called civilisation that doesn’t have a copy of the long-awaited books!!! But what does that mean? Too negative.
Am so so glad I have my Conrad’s Fate by Diana Wynne Jones. Though I got it at Oxford Street’s Borders, there was a very funny bookstore dude (really) involved. And I love Foyles. Though the cashier at the computer books section did sigh rather a lot! I wonder if … it would be a silly thing … to apply there. Maybe after some more time ekeing out wisdom here.
In the meantime, hardly feel grown up at all in some respects — why can’t I shirk my lack of bearing responsibility for my life? At least, that’s what I’m thinking. And why can’t we all get along. Some tempests in a teacup going on here and there at work, but maybe we just need to examine ourselves before accusing others of anything in the first place.
Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgement ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again. And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye? Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and behold, a beam is in thine own eye? Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother’s eye. (Matthew 7:1�5)
Not to judge self-righteously, but to choose with care between the good and the bad, be they people, deeds, words, or things. It’s so easy to band together and pronounce upon one or two others, but beware, beware of good intentions and messy misunderstandings. Beware of thoughtlessly translating personal hurt to personal gain, at ill cost to others for a moment’s relief. No one is blatantly evil, there’s always something that ‘humanises’, one hopes, but we’re all drenched in our fallen ways. So easy to soak in and revel in it. It’s a tricky path to navigate, the straight and narrow, to be wise as the serpent and innocent as the lamb. Can’t do this alone, folks. Can’t be done by our own might.