Triumphant morning out in the wild wind and rain foraging for firewood – filthy and wet, had a lovely time!
And – oh, most excellent news – our friend and incomparable builder Terry Martin is willing to squeeze in a woodstove installation in early January! O praises and glory hallelujah!
Terry can build anything. He was raised in the African bush by an intrepid mother who killed snakes and surrounded the house with a ring of fire to stop it being eaten by marauding ants.
On another topic: faces. I have felt disturbed lately by how ugly people are getting. Place after place I’ve looked around and seen faces looking like melting rubber, like awful latex Spitting Image joke masks with nylon hair. I mean, I know we all have to grow old, but . . . And I wondered why it was.
Then yesterday I went to Quaker meeting for the first time in ages, and the faces looked all right. Humour. Kindness. Seriousness. Wisdom. Thoughtfulness. Normal undyed hair same as animals or humans have always had. No make-up.
So I thought, it must be consumerism – materialism – that is making the faces go ugly. Emptiness. Tiredness. And a mask on top.
Even some children’s faces look wrong – taut and tense with tight mouths. But I looked into my grandaughter’s face yesterday and it is jolly, and full of eagerness. Her eyes shine like lamps.
There is hope.
I have no idea what my face is like (I mean, I’ve seen the pictures but you can’t really tell, can you?) but I hope it is growing old like a Quaker face, not like a Spitting Image.