Friday, 12 February 2016


Via my friend Bill A,

(Figure this out for yourself. Let me know if you "get" it)

Thursday, 11 February 2016

Dreams, Dogs, Dough - and a little Trash Talk.

Wow, my dreams were all over the place last night.

First I was talking to Donald Trump.  We were in a Courtyard in what appeared to be a European City.

I was not being very nice.

Next I was looking through a window into a small room in a house in the U.K.  I saw Queen Elizabeth II -  all resplendent in a plum coloured coat and hat,

She was being presented with various gifts (mostly books)  which she placed on a small side table.

She stumbled, but kept her balance by placing her left hand on the table.

Then she stumbled again -  and I did not see what happened to her.I imagined that she had fallen down.

Then I was a Conference Centre at which I was supposed to lead a religious retreat for young people,

 But the room we had reserved had been taken over by a very bad tempered Eastern Orthodox Bishop and his followers. I skid-addled!

I walked with some difficulty down a corridor which was jam packed with young school-children and their teachers.

I emerged into yet another Courtyard, and there they were, the Youth, all gathered for their retreat.  I was very late.

I began my presentation by saying "I will not make you do one of those boring "bonding" games, because you have already bonded very well.

For reasons I do not comprehend the young people thought my words were very funny, and they became convulsed with laughter.


I lost my dog groomer when my Veterinarian had to move from his spacious premises into a much smaller office, with no grooming facilities.

The woman who had worked for him came to my home in her dog grooming and bathing van, but her fee had increased by 40%.

Then I noticed that a mobile dog-washing facility  sets up for business every Thursday in a parking lot near me, at the "Strutting Pup" facility for day and overnight care centre for canines.

I took Penne there this morning.  She was all a quiver as she climbed the ramp into the tub.  But once the owner started to shower and shampoo her, she  (sweet girl that she is) relaxed and enjoyed her shower, shampoo, rinse, and toweling down.

The cost?  A mere $12,

see  (perfect for short haired dogs)



I have grown to enjoy the Eureka Brand organic breads, (available at most "Publix" Supermarkets in SRQ).  The bread is very good and presumably healthy. The packaging is distinctive.

 Corporate Baker "Arnolds" recently introduced their allegedly healthy bread, in packages which look suspiciously like the Eureka wrappers.

Confused by the similarity of the wrappers I bought one of these Arnold's  Breads the other week, thinking it to be Eureka Bread.

I knew that I had been mistaken just as soon as I ate a slice of the Arnold Brand bread.

It is not a patch on the excellent Eureka Brand bread.

As a result of this I have a very unfavourable opinion of the Arnold's Bread Corp/ whose wrappers look much like those from Eureka, but whose product is mightily inferior.



Eddy is the youngish man who collects my trash each week on behalf of the City of Sarasota.  You couldn't possibly meet a finer Civic employee.  He works with speed, efficiency, and gracious charm,

He knows that I respect and like him.

He had just picked up my trash bag this morning as I got back to my home after a a walk with Penne.

Eddy stopped his truck, jumped out, took off his glove, and shook my hand.

He asked :"and how is all your family?"

I told him that they are well.

Before he jumped back into the Garbage Truck he said  "I love you man".

He was not declaring eternal and romantic love!   Rather he was saying that he is glad that I am on his route.

"I love you too Eddy.   I am delighted that you are my trash collector. You are the very best!"

Wednesday, 10 February 2016

Ash Wednesday at the Church of the Redeemer, Sarasota, FL (and a death sentence)

I took myself to the Church of the Redeemer in Sarasota FL for the Ash Wednesday service this morning.

It's not my parish home but I like to be there each Ash Wednesday because:

1.  The Rector, the Revd Fred Robinson is, without doubt,  a man of God.

2.  The Liturgy  (service) is conducted with a reverent dignity which I cannot but respect and admire.

3. Redeemer does not shilly/shally with regard to the hard parts of the Gospel of Jesus Christ/

4, The Church of the Redeemer has a 7:00 a.m. service each Ash Wednesday - that's my time of day!

It's not my parish home because (sadly) Redeemer will not allow the ministry of ordained women,

( a Sine qua non  for me).


The Preacher this morning was the Revd. Steven Peay , Dean and President of the Episcopal Church Seminary in Nashotah, Wisconsin.

His sermon fed my soul.  He reminded us that Lent is not about "giving up" (chocolate, alcohol etc), but that it is all about "taking on" the disciplines of prayer and bible study which will lead us to union with God through Jesus Christ.


On Ash Wednesday in Liturgical Churches it is the custom to impose ashes on the foreheads of worshipers with these words:  "Remember (O man) that you are dust, and to dust you shall return". 

 My United Church of Christ Minister and friend the Revd, J. Mary Luti, reminds us that this is the salutatory and annual "death sentence" for Christians.

She is utterly and wisely correct.  We Christians are utterly frank and honest.  We know that we face death and the judgment seat of Christ.  We get a stark and necessary reminder of this each Ash Wednesday.

EACH ASH WEDNESDAY  we read and hear this teaching of Jesus as recorded in Matthew Chapter Six

“When you fast,

do not look gloomy like the hypocrites.

They neglect their appearance,
so that they may appear to others to be fasting.
Amen, I say to you, they have received their reward.
But when you fast,
anoint your head and wash your face,
so that you may not appear to be fasting,
except to your Father who is hidden.
And your Father who sees what is hidden will repay you.”

(Matthew 6:16-18)

In the light of these words I have chosen in recent years not to receive Ashes.

It's not because  the Imposition of Ashes is in and of itself is right or wrong.  It is an indifferent ceremony.

It is because, sinner that I am, I am capable of enormous hypocrisy.


The high and low point of Ash Wednesday services is (for me) when we pray the following. 

 It is an "ouch" moment, forcing me to think about repentance at a deep and penetrating level.

I tried to pray this today with sincerity of heart ...  but only God knows whether or not my words were rote or sincere.

Litany of Penitence

The Celebrant and People together, all kneeling

Most holy and merciful Father:
We confess to you and to one another,
and to the whole communion of saints
in heaven and on earth,
that we have sinned by our own fault
in thought, word, and deed;
by what we have done, and by what we have left undone.

We have not loved you with our whole heart, and mind, and
strength. We have not loved our neighbors as ourselves. We
have not forgiven others, as we have been forgiven.
Have mercy on us, Lord.

We have been deaf to your call to serve, as Christ served us.
We have not been true to the mind of Christ. We have grieved
your Holy Spirit.
Have mercy on us, Lord.

We confess to you, Lord, all our past unfaithfulness: the
pride, hypocrisy, and impatience of our lives,
We confess to you, Lord.

Our self-indulgent appetites and ways, and our exploitation
of other people,
We confess to you, Lord.

Our anger at our own frustration, and our envy of those
more fortunate than ourselves,
We confess to you, Lord.

Our intemperate love of worldly goods and comforts, and
our dishonesty in daily life and work,
We confess to you, Lord.

Our negligence in prayer and worship, and our failure to
commend the faith that is in us,
We confess to you, Lord.

Accept our repentance, Lord, for the wrongs we have done:
for our blindness to human need and suffering, and our
indifference to injustice and cruelty,
Accept our repentance, Lord.

For all false judgments, for uncharitable thoughts toward our
neighbors, and for our prejudice and contempt toward those
who differ from us,
Accept our repentance, Lord.

For our waste and pollution of your creation, and our lack of
concern for those who come after us,
Accept our repentance, Lord.

Restore us, good Lord, and let your anger depart from us;
Favorably hear us, for your mercy is great.

Accomplish in us the work of your salvation,
That we may show forth your glory in the world.

By the cross and passion of your Son our Lord,
Bring us with all your saints to the joy of his resurrection.

 the Priest, stands and, facing the people, says

Almighty God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who
desires not the death of sinners, but rather that they may turn
from their wickedness and live, has given power and
commandment to his ministers to declare and pronounce to
his people, being penitent, the absolution and remission of
their sins. 

He pardons and absolves all those who truly
repent, and with sincere hearts believe his holy Gospel.

Therefore we beseech him to grant us true repentance and his
Holy Spirit, that those things may please him which we do on
this day, and that the rest of our life hereafter may be pure
and holy, so that at the last we may come to his eternal joy;
through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

Tuesday, 9 February 2016

For Ash Wednesday - a Hymn to God the Father by John Donne

John Donne was first a profligate, then  a poet, and finally a Priest in the Church of England (and Dean of St. Paul's Cathedral, London) .

Here is his "Hymn to God the Father", entirely suitable for the beginning of Lent.

Please note that his last name "Donne" is pronounced as "Dunne", or "Done",

Hence the word "done" in this poem/hymn is a marvelous pun on his last name.

He struggles with God.  By the end of the third stanza God has 'done", i.e. the loving and eternal God has embraced, loved,and forgiven John Donne

Hymn to God the Father

Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun, 
         Which was my sin, though it were done before?
Wilt thou forgive that sin, through which I run,
         And do run still, though still I do deplore?
                When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
                        For I have more.

Wilt thou forgive that sin which I have won
         Others to sin, and made my sin their door?
Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun
         A year or two, but wallow'd in, a score?
                When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
                        For I have more.

I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun
         My last thread, I shall perish on the shore;
But swear by thyself, that at my death thy Son
         Shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore;
                And, having done that, thou hast done;
                        I fear no more.

Monday, 8 February 2016

Quick and Easy "Sorta" Tuna Salad.

No time to make the real thing?  (We've all been there).

El Povo (John Michael Povey) has a solution.

You takes yer can of Tuna and you drains off the liquid. Yer cats will suck up this liquid in an instant. 

(If you ain't got no cats, then drink it yerself),

You adds the bits of Tuna from the can to one of them Store bought tubs of Coleslaw.

You mixes it all up, and then you eats it  in a "Sarny" (Sandwich), or as part of a Salad.

It ain't the real fing, but it works when yer in an 'urry,


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Sunday, 7 February 2016

I wish, I wish, I wish I had a brother

I must have been about five years old.  We were at our Grandmother's home.

We were my two older sisters, my twin sister, and me.

My  memory tells me that these three sisters were picking on me, and that I exclaimed "I wish, I wish, I wish I had a brother".

That wish was fulfilled fourfold.  It all started with my brother Andrew.  He was born on 7th February 1950.

By 1954 I had four brothers, the aforementioned Andrew, then David, Stephen, and Martyn.  I am rather partial to each of them.

7th February!  Oh yes, today was Andy's 66th birthday.  We chatted earlier today.

The photo' was taken at a party at the home of my sister Jean and her husband John on the day I was ordained Deacon in Bristol U.K. Cathedral. (27th June 1976).

(As you face the photo') I am on the left with my shock of red hair and huge beard.  Andy is in the middle.  Brother Stephen is to his right,  In between Andy and me is his former wife Barbara (still a good friend of the family), and to Stephen's right is his wife Angela,  The kid on the right must surely be my first born nephew David (but I am open to correction by one or others of my sibs!)

Oh, when we had hair!  Oh, those bell bottomed jeans,

(About ten days after this photo'was taken I flow from London to Boston in order to become the Deacon in Charge at the Church of the Good Shepherd in Fitchburg, MA.  It was supposed to be a two year contract.  Forty years on I am still in the U.S..A.!)