Things are nothing if not interesting.
I decided this was dictionary day.  I did the usual shutting my eyes and turning the dictionary this way and that till I was totally unaware if the dictionary was up or down, or I was pointing at the back or front.
When I opened my eyes I found my finger was pointing not to the word before which was ensemble or the one after which was enshroud but to enshrine.  It’s meaning was, “enclose in shrine; serve as shrine for (precious thing: lit. or fig.)”.  The Collins dictionary said, “to place or enclose something in or as if in a shrine, or to hold it as sacred or cherish it.”
Fair dinkum I do not remember ever having considered that word.  But I am now.  When I think about it, I have heard it in relation to laws as in “enshrined in law.”
I do have a bit of a problem with shrines.  For me I don’t mind mementos.  I have kept a few as reminders of visits.  I have a few evidences of my mum and dad and brother.  They are reminders of them.
But I am unsure of enshrining something.  I do think things need to be written and form the basis of societies actions.  But to me often the writing down of something is the complication of something.  It needs to be done, yet I personally feel that obedience to laws is an attitude rather than an intellectual issue.
For me what I need to do is summed up by loving God and others.  If I do those, I will not be inclined to do what hurts me or others.
Something I hold to is that truth is ancient and not dependant on the “latest discovery.”  In other words, someone living in the 4th century does not lack essentials.  Now is better in that discoveries have made life easier, but nothing has changed to now make life meaningful where in times past, it was not.  To me loving God and others stands through the ages.
So I guess to me enshrining stuff is an internal thing.

The night shift takes over.
During the day we have bird feeders out and many birds come and dine from them.  Others walk around the yard picking up things we did not even know were there.  One crow likes to hide stuff for later on.  I am amazed that works as I have seen them hide it in full view of other birds.
Once dusk falls it is a different story though.  The birds go where birds g.  Not to be seen until the next day.  I see them winging their way to nesting areas.  Corella’s and Crows.  Corella’s in flocks and Crows in ones and twos.
Then the bats come out.  I see them making their way to wherever they are going.  I counted about 40 in around 15 minutes recently.  There are many others.  I do not know if he still does but one lived inn a tree next door.  Totally hidden during the day.  Coming out at night.
Bit like our resident possums really.  I use the plural as there was a mother with a baby on it’s back that raided the bird feeder.  We had made a possum home and it is in use.  I think that is the one.
Now I see the baby alone in the bird feeder.  I assume mum is off somewhere else gathering food.  Sometimes Merril will cut up a past use by apple for the possums.  They avail themselves of what is on offer.
I am late lasting this as we have had a busy start to the week.  Merril picked up her sister after 10pm last night and she stayed with us.  Merril and I went off to a prayer meeting at 6am this morning.  Then a guy came over to visit.  I had told him I was getting rid of some shrubs and he indicated he wanted some for his front yard.  Merril and I have indicated what is going and he was here this morning and got two to start.  I assisted with digging out.  Win win really.
He has not long gone and I remembered I had this post.  I have fed the birds.  The day belongs to them.  The night here belongs to the bats and possums.

It is hard to believe looking at the clock and it saying 4.57 I would think that I am getting up late.  But that is what happened this morning.
Yesterday did not feel like such a huge day.  It was the forth Saturday in the month and time for our free lunch.
The crowd seemed a bit lighter on but there were still plenty and some who had never been before.  Before we eat and some words are said and songs sung, I tend to check all is going ok and offer a hand where needed.  Merril was providing the audio which meant checking mics were working for the guitarist for singing and playing.  Then she puts up the slides which advertise some of the things our church has going on.
All was good so I had lunch.  I was at a table occupied by a couple I had never seen before.  I found it really interesting talking to them.  Both are well travelled around Oz.
After everyone has eaten we pack up and set up for church the next day.  That is after dessert which in my mind was especially nice.  I overheard someone say early on that the dessert was worth having.  I second that motion. 
Many hands make light work and I never cease to be amazed how quickly the pack up and set up gets done.  The more we do it the more we know what to do.  Helpers are coming out of the woodwork.
It is all done and dusted in less than an hour and folks are going home.
Merril and I were looking forward to going home and having a rest.  We still had things we wanted to do.  Self-growth things and preparations to make for the future.
But first things first.  A sleep.