Lord of the Flies

March flies... a painful pest known to be ever-present at various picnic locations. We had lunch at Canning Dam after Church on Sunday and invented a new game called whack as many march flies as possible and then put them into the march fly collection bottle. It was a real hit (no pun intended). Before we commercialise it, I think the name would have to be reconsidered. But I can safely say that I was a pro at the game - whacking around ten march flies, compared to everyone else's three. They seem to be attracted to black people and their black jeans (but who wouldn't?).



All in all I think we collected around about twenty march flies. Sunday was really the first time in a good while that everyone has hung out as a big group. It was promising.



We tried spitting on the X's on the bridge below ... Susan had the best aim! I couldn't spit with accuracy even if my life depended on it.



I baked some cookies tonight to give to the elderly couple - Mavis and Leslie - living next door as a Christmas present. After writing the Christmas card, I thought I'd just better ask mum to see if she'd already given them a card (otherwise it would be a bit strange receiving two cards from the same family). I was then told that Mavis is a Jehova's Witness and didn't celebrate Christmas.

Spew.

I guess I'll just take them to work tomorrow to share.

I caught up with Jono today after he finished work, and as expected he told me that he had a great time in Singapore. It made me realise that a lot can happen in five weeks, and somehow the last five weeks has been quite challenging in many ways. It's been draining - both physically and emotionally, sometimes uncomfortable, many times enjoyable and ocassionally unbearable. But at the end of it all I can safely say that I am alive and well, blessed beyond my means and surrounded by God's love. Three years ago last week I chose to walk this path, and I'm in this for the long haul.

Rain, hail or shine, I will keep running.