Wow! What a day!
Blob has been out adventuring again today. He met Noah and made lots of animal friends. He toured a cathedral. And then, quite by chance, he found out exactly where the Church of England has been hiding the fruit of the Spirit. He doesn't know much about the fruit of the Spirit really. He knows it's not a coconut. And he knows that it's love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self control. Blob thinks all those things are excellent things to cultivate. It's good fruit. And he also thinks that all those things are good things to display openly. If you have love, then love. If you have peace, be a peace maker. If you have kindness, be kind to the people and animals and planet around you.
Imagine Blob's surprise then to discover the fruit of the Spirit today. Hidden away. By the Church of England. In a damp smelling crypt. It's true. He went down into a crypt and the Spirit was there. He was a little shocked. The fruit should be lived and cherished. It should be given out to enrich others. Blob Thing doesn't think it should be buried away where nobody will notice it. [Note: he has photographic evidence of this awful circumstance.]
Anyway, that was today and today is not what Blob wants to talk about in this post, the post for today's tomorrow but your today or possibly your yesterday or possibly your distant past, somehow finding Blob's blog on a database when orbiting a distant star on a space ship yet to be designed, let alone built or flown to that distant star. Blob wonders whether his words will be read by anyone in ten thousand years. Or whether there will be anyone left to read them.
In this post Blob is continuing his quest to discuss all of his adventures from the month of May. He's doing well and in the last two posts talked about much of an epic walk he undertook. Blob thinks he wants to leave you in suspense over the rest of that walk. He's going to make you wait a day to learn about it and talk about a different adventure. His person is doubtful whether there will be any suspense but Blob's a big-time optimist most of the time and believes that someone somewhere will be on tenterhooks waiting to find out what he found in his journey round a third reservoir and what he might have rewarded himself with when he got back to the home.
Today Blob wants to talk about a trip he took to the town of Southport. He has taken similar trips since but this was only his second trip there. Blob told you of the friends he made on his first trip in a previous post. He loves going to Southport and every time he has journeyed not only with his person but with his creator. It's wonderful. The three of them together. All of them smiling. Blob thinks it wonderful anyway because he gets to experience life with his person and creator all at the same time. There aren't many people who can say the same.
Blob was excited. Southport. He sat there on the seat of the train proudly displaying his train ticket. Southport. An amazing place for a small pink toy. An amazing place for his person and his creator too. They seem to keep going there and being restful when they get there. Blob looks so good with his ticket - although the observant among you will note that in his excitement Blob had forgotten to brush his hair that morning.
Blob has noticed a tradition has formed in Southport. Several traditions. His person and creator have found things they like to do and they just get on and do them. They always discover something new but the traditions are soothing and comfortable and just awfully relaxing. Blob is pleased that he now gets to join in with the traditions.
One of the traditions is chip eating. Southport is by the sea after all. And chip eating is a common pastime when by the sea. Blob thinks it can be too common a pastime for his person. She has eaten out on chips three times in the last week, in three different towns. Blob thinks that's quite enough. He thinks she needs to find something healthier to eat when out - maybe even make her own food. That hasn't happened in a long while. She simply hasn't been able to do it. Blob hopes that pretty soon she can make some food and take it out with her instead of perennially living with the unhealthy desire that there will be a chip shop wherever she goes. Chips are good. Blob recognises that. But he does wish that his person would eat less of them. Blob has told her so repeatedly, but so far she hasn't changed her very chippy ways.
Blob wants to share a special photo now. He hasn't shared such an image before. Here he is, polishing off some Coke. He knows it's unhealthy. He knows it might turn his fur a less beautiful shade of pink. But he does like to drink the stuff sometimes. And there, behind Blob is a person he is intensely proud of. This is his creator. His creator. He's with his creator. And he has a photograph of them together. Blob is so excited to be sharing it. There aren't any words to say just how excited he is. Even more excitingly, he has a second photo to share another day soon. He almost can't wait. Right now he's spinning and spinning and spinning and getting so happy flappy thinking about it that it's a wonder his dress hasn't fallen off.
Yes, that's Blob Thing's creator sitting there. He is proud of her. And he believes that she is proud of him too. He's living such a full life for a soft toy. He thinks his creator is wonderful and he loves it when he can go and see her.
Chips. Yes, chips. That regular tradition. Blob is pleased because much as he grumbles to his person about her chip eating activities, he is a great lover of chips too. He can pack them away. You wouldn't believe how many chips he can fit inside his belly. His person has no idea where he puts them all. There surely can't be enough room inside Blob to fit an entire portion of chips. And yet, here he is, wiping his lips having polished off an entire plate of them. It seems impossible, but it is true.
So that was lunch and Blob felt profoundly satisfied. The fruit of the Spirit does not include gluttony. If it did that would be another one of the fruits that Blob had developed well. He's doing quite well at growing those fruits. Have you ever seen him exhibit an expression that didn't radiate the inner joy he feels? Have you ever seen him acting in any way unfaithful to his person and his creator? Yes, he's got the fruits. He's just got the gluttony fruit too whenever a plate of chips is placed in front of him. But he doesn't care about that. It wouldn't do to be too perfect, would it?
[1227 words. Weren't these posts meant to be about 100 words each?]
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