100 days – Day 7
(video of Daisy swimming at Spittal beach – with son Bobby)
Missing Miss Daisy – it’s a week today that, with great sorrow and heart-searching, that I left my oldest dog, Daisy, behind at Tweedmouth where she is now living with my son and daughter-in-law (and Daisy’s son, Bobby)
She has such a tremendous time there – and a boring existence here (especially since my wife, Helen, died – and she was very much Helen’s dog) – that, for her welfare’s sake, she will have a better quality of life in Tweedmouth.
Miss you, Mama Daisy – hope to see you soon!
I made soup in the slow cooker on Friday evening and all day Saturday.
if I were to say that the recipe was “just out of my head”, you might think that it was made from mince! Actually, thinking back – when Helen and I got married in 1973, one of the first meals she prepared was “mince soup”. Even she agreed that it was pretty revolting.
No, this had chopped chicken breast, mushrooms, red peppers, leeks and onion – in a chicken stock with basil, roasted garlic, a spot of white wine and anything else that I could find in the fridge that hadn’t gone off.
In some Caribbean countries, pepperpot soup can last for months, if not years, as the cook adds extra ingredients on a daily basis to top it up.
One Soup – It ain’t the ganja; it’s the pepperpot!
I’ve done something the same but the added homemade meatballs (which disintegrated into mince!) and rice – to convert it into a sort of stew – have made me think how lucky I am that I no longer have to go out, being retired, and that there is almost instant access to the loo!
Today’s Gospel is the story of “Doubting” Thomas
Caravaggio: (b. 1571; d. 1610) The Incredulity of Saint Thomas ( c. 1601–1602)
“Then he said to Thomas, “Put your finger here, and see my hands; and put out your hand, and place it in my side; do not be faithless, but believing.”
It’s commonly held that Thomas didn’t accept the Risen Christ’s offer, that his empirical world-view was superseded by FAITH; and so, because of faith, he believed.
This wonderful painting by Caravaggio would suggest otherwise and that Thomas did, in fact, take up Christ’s invitation.
Is Christ almost FORCING Thomas to carry out his earlier declaration, “unless I… place my hand into his side, I will never believe”?
Look at the furrowed brow on Thomas’ forehead; Christ’s strong grip of his wrist- is there hesitation here? Does Christ have to force a hesitant Thomas when the latter is actually with him.? Is this Thomas effectively being told to “put up or shut up?”, given his earlier bravado?
Perhaps Caravaggio caught something of what the author of the Fourth Gospel really meant to convey, but what others over the centuries have misinterpreted.
Thomas is, after all, the Patron Saint of blind people!
a friend posted this today on FB:
Tradition says that Thomas became a missionary to India.
There once was an Albanian woman in her thirties who felt God calling her to go to that same country where Thomas has allegedly taken the Faith.
This young woman went, and for the next 50 years she did amazing things.
But inside she doubted. She wrestled with faith. Sometimes she even questioned the existence of God.
The other disciples may have called her, “Doubting Teresa”. But we know her as Mother Teresa, the woman whose life many call saint-like.
The opposite of faith isn’t doubt – it is apathy; and sometimes – just sometimes our doubt can lead to an even stronger faith
On this day – 26 June -112 years ago, Hibernian FC (the Hobbos) last won the Scottish Cup. The Final was played on the 26th of April 1902 at Celtic Park in Glasgow and was the final of the 29th season of the Scottish Cup. The Final was due to be played at Ibrox on 12 April, but the first Ibrox disaster happened a week earlier during the annual Scotland v England fixture. This meant that the Final was delayed by two weeks and moved to Celtic Park, even though Celtic were one of the finalists. . Hibs won the match 1–0, thanks to a 75th minute goal from Andy McGeachan.
It was such a long time ago that Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show was still touring Britain!
Disheartened (sic) at being beaten yet again by their greatest rivals – Hearts – at Tynecastle, a Hibs fan, unable to see properly because of the tears in his eyes, walks into the path of a bus that is travelling along Gorgie Road.
He’s very badly injured with both legs smashed and shattered. After months of surgery and rehabilitation, he is still confined to a wheelchair and it looks as if he will never be ambulant again.
His mates pool some of their Giro money to raise funds to send him to Lourdes as a last resort (Ed: it is a resort, isn’t it? check!)
With considerable difficulty, he manages to travel there, and is helped into a “healing pool”. (Ed: is that why his friends pooled their money? check!)
Suddenly, the waters start to churn and swell and swirl, and a cloud descends over him. From the cloud – a voice – the voice of the Amighty himself, quiet but thunderous, “My son, what do you wish for? What miracle do you seek of me?”
Awestruck, our wee fan stutters, “Boss, can ye make me walk again?”
There is a pause, and then a further turbulence in the waters – and the Voice from the cloud speaks…….
…… “My son, your legs are too broken and crushed and beyond repair; you will never be able to use them again. But I could MOT your wheelchair if you wish… Or have you anything else in mind?”
“Boss, yes – oh yes, please…. can you make it that Hibs win the Cup next season?”
The Voice: “I think that I’d better have another look at your legs!”
A major Rangers shareholder, Sandy Easdale, told BBC Scotland yesterday that the financial situation at Ibrox is “fragile”.
“The club’s gone into administration once… I don’t think it would survive a second one”
Additionally, a senior source within Ibrox has described the League One champions as “being on a life-support machine”.
Nowadays, where are the men who are loyal to their club – people of honesty and integrity? One such was Sandy Jardine, a gentleman and a most skilled player for Glasgow Rangers, my own team – Hearts – and, of course, Scotland. I awoke this morning to the news that he had died last night. He was only 65.
A commentator has written that it was not just his talent that set him apart, but his his sense of right and wrong
He was a quiet man but a strong one, and was respected throughout the footballing community for his decency and moral courage
How unlike the spivs and wide boys who hijacked his beloved Club and dragged it down into the murky regions of allegedly dodgy dealing and financial peril.
RIP, Sandy Jardine, player par excellence and all round decent bloke.
I was supposed to be in Glasgow today to have lunch here at the Horse Shoe with a friend, but unfortunately had to cancel our meeting.
In folklore, horseshoes were considered lucky. To ward off goblins and evil spirits from their homes, people hung iron horseshoes over their front doors. They were thought to be frightening to these wee nasties because they looked like the Celtic moon god’s crescent.
Sadly, no luck for me today
woke up in the middle of the night with gout in my left toe! Now that’s odd as I take preventative pills every morning. Has gout been conquered through the intervention of modern medicine or are my new Converse sneakers to blame? I think that we should be told the truth!
one loathsome person in the reptilian shape of Tony Liar gave a speech somewhere about siding with The Russian Pudenda or whomever and attacking towel- heads instead. I was watching “Jeremy Kyle” at the time, so missed this message from on high. On the whole, from what I’ve read of this crook’s drivel, the intellectualism displayed on Jezza’s show was more sensible.
had to stay in all day, waiting for a replacement Sky box to be delivered. Rarely watch Sky, but feel that I’ve got to contribute to old Rupert’s divorce settlement to the fragrant Wendi. …… which, in a way brings us back to Tony and a painful experience!