This morning Sharon took us early to
St Gabriel's, because this was the first week of Sunday School, and there was a getting-to-know-you breakfast. I went along with Rio, but it was just like any other party, except I was wandering around with a cup of coffee in my hand not knowing whom to talk to, instead of a glass of wine. I'm not at my best in parties.
Later we all split up into age groups; I went with the 5-7 year olds and helped out. I'm actually down to be a "helper", and not a "teacher", so I'm an extra pair of hands rather than leading the lesson; I think I have some talent
[it is so hard not to type "telnet"] in teaching, but maybe that'll come later. In the play time, the children could bring out small wooden illustrations of various parables, and play with them, and as part of helping I began telling the children around me the stories associated with each one. I found myself with a small rapt audience. Later, the children were saying they wished they could have heard more stories. So that was happy.
(When I told
the story of the tax collector and the Pharisee, one of the children leaned forward at the end, picked up the characters and added a postscript to the story: "And so the Pharisee went home and got struck by lightning and the tax collector went home and found a MILLION DOLLARS!!" Um, no, dear.)
The leader who was teaching the story this week told the
Good Shepherd story. I was interested that the kids seemed to hear "wolf" and understand "fox". I suppose it's probable they have foxes in their lives around here, but of course there are no wolves.
Later we went back up to the church; we're back in the
new building (the 1884 one).
plexq was there, as was the world and its grandchildren: I've never seen a church building so packed for a service in ordinary time. There were lots of good songs (I'm not usually one to notice music, but there were), and I was going to stay for coffee; it's a good job I didn't, because Sharon had turned up half an hour early and then the service had overrun by half an hour, so she'd been waiting in the car for a whole hour for us. She wasn't best pleased.
I noticed soon after I arrived that although Donna Jean was there— she is a deacon— we didn't have any priests; I wondered how the communion would be managed. It turned out to be the most enormous act of what the theologs call "
reservation": when a priest
had been available, they had asked zir to say all the prayers before the service, and then they saved up all the bread and wine and gave them out later, skipping those prayers. It's a neat solution, though it would probably have been against canon law in my home diocese.
When I got home, I phoned Fin and Sarah and said hello. They're both wonderful people and they make me so happy. Then Rio and I played games and hung out for a bit.
I
fixed a small bug in FUSA. (I should have trusted my gut: I saw what I thought was the problem and wanted to debug it anyway. Bad move, I suppose.) And then I tried
profiling FUSA a bit to see where all the memory went.
- As usual, a vast amount (≈40%) of memory-time goes to freetype. Am I doing something wrong, or is every app on my machine really supposed to be spending 40% of its memory-time on typesetting?
- A rather noticable 5% of the memory-time goes to storing icon theme data. All the filenames of the default icon theme get loaded when there's only a few we need, and we know what they are. I wonder whether there's a sensible way to access icons without going through all this rigmarole.
I have finished reading
Queen of Wands right through, and enjoyed it very much. What webcomic should I read next? Comment and let me know.
As usual after reading a lot of webcomic at once, it makes me want to start a webcomic of my own.
① Of course, I can't really draw, but maybe I could collaborate with Fin like Maurice Dodd did with
the Perishers. Then again, maybe I could be good enough with a little practice and don't realise it.
② Maybe my experience isn't broad enough to support a webcomic. But maybe I'm fooling myself.
③ I used to think I could write as well as anybody. I'm realising now that it's not true: I'm not a superperson, I'm just me. I don't think I can write as well as QOW, let alone draw. Still, originality is in short supply in general. Maybe I should give it a go.
Language Log says that they've never heard people rhyme "what" with "squat". But I say it like that. What does it rhyme with for you?