The fridge grave yard.
Today was a strange kind of day.
We have a houseful of friends coming to stay for new year tomorrow- around 25 will somehow sleep here I think. This means getting the house ready- cleaning up, making space where currently there is clutter, and stocking up the cupboards with food for the masses.
I am really looking forward to seeing friends, catching up with the stuff of life, sitting round the fire with guitars and slow walks with the kids. It is always a time of blessing.
What was not a blessing was the breakdown of the fridge freezer- full of food for the week ahead! We found a replacement, and I suppose the old one had done it’s job for long enough.
Alongside this, the lights in the kitchen packed in (transformer- now replaced) and Outlook Express has decided I am no longer to be trusted with my own e-mails, asking me repeatedly for my password. Modern technology huh?
However, one e-mail that got through was a blessing.
I had an e-mail from a guy in Chile- Chris Esdaile, who has used one of our wilderness meditations , converted into Spanish, with a group in the Atacama desert!
There are some great photo’s on Flickr– showing a very different kind of wilderness.
Technology can bring blessing then- a connection with something whole worlds away…
this fragile tent 
Dear Chris,
I have been a part of your family’s life for some years now but today as my reliably cold heart warmed I suddenly found myself no longer of any use to you. How ironic that you cast me aside, a previously trusted member of your household, when my frozen heart melted! Cast aside with the rest of the homeless. Where is your generous orthodoxy now? No room at the (Kitch)Inn this festive season for one who doesn’t fulfill the accepted function! I thought I might have found a new role as an ambient store for that look-warm ale you favour but the tent doesn’t seem to stretch to that.
I hope you are happy with your new biddie-in and that she too thrills at the touch of your fumbling fingers as you reach blearily for the milk of a (late) morning and purrs contentedly at the arranging of bawdy phrases upon her shiny coat.
Sorry for mucking up your e.mail account. I told my sorry tale to my pal the PC today while I was being carted out and he seems to have re-acted rather angrily. I can only hope that none of my other powered pals feel the same or you may have a rather awkward start to 2009.
With too warm regards,
F-f-f-f-f-f-frosty, your former fridge
ps. You couldn’t lend a blanket would you? It’s like a fridge out here!
Simon- what has been your tipple this fine evening??
A fine piece of purple comedy my boy!