Blob Thing's person is suitably chastised. Today she is going to stay quiet. Unless Blob starts talking about her again. He and Winefride were treated to a fantastic day yesterday and he's quite forgiven his person for talking so much about religion and for using long words like substantially and sacramentally. It's true that they were dragged into not one but two churches on their excellent day out and that they would have been dragged into a third had it not been locked. But on a day with such a fun play area, a river, woods to play in, and lots of surprises Blob didn't mind. Even though one of the churches wasn't even a church anymore, just a few ruined stones covered in moss. He did complain a little about that one but not too much because he liked the feel of the moss and Winefride pressed herself against it and laughed a lot.
She was so brave yesterday. She did all kinds of things and you would think she had been exploring the world for years. She wasn't even that worried when she was clambering on a high branch and fell from it. Eight feet. Blob's Person would have complained a lot if she had fallen eight feet from a high branch. Winefride just lay there a bit dazed for a moment and then pointed upwards as best a person with no arms can and smiled. Blob thinks it's because she was watching the way the light was playing through the leaves of the trees.
This post isn't about yesterday's adventures though. Lots of pictures were taken and Blob will share them on other days. They also took a video on the big slide in the deserted playground. Winefride did the sliding properly. Blob decided that rolling would be a better option but half way down decided that was just a bit too scary so he slid the rest of the way. Blob's person slid too but much more slowly and got a bit stuck near the bottom because slides are not usually created for people with such wide bottoms. Everyone had a lot of fun and Winefride especially enjoyed being taken on a swing. She seems to like swings but has to ride with Blob's person or she would fall off.
This post is about an adventure from part way through yesterday. Blob Thing was trying to tell you about it in the last post but then his person got in the way. This is his Blob. He's happy to talk about God and spirituality and all kinds of things. He's less happy when his person takes over and talks about them. But seriously? She really believed all those things and didn't even doubt them? That, with no practical evidence whatsoever, a wafer or a sip of wine was actually Jesus? Just on the say so of a big organisation? Blob doesn't want to attack anyone's beliefs but he finds it all quite amazing. If he believed something of that kind and there wasn't some big organisation backing him up and teaching a version of an interpretation of an old book people wrote about God then everyone would think him crazy. Maybe that wafer, locked away in a metal box behind a curtain, is Jesus. Maybe the wafer is transformed in a ceremony. Maybe. Blob doesn't believe it though. He does quite like the story. Blob likes stories.
Blob is going to shut up now about it. He told his person to shut up about it yesterday. And then he starts talking about it. Blob isn't a Catholic. And even if he was that would be quite difficult. He would never be allowed to receive Jesus. Never. The Catholics wouldn't baptise him. They only baptise humans, not small pink soft toys. And they definitely wouldn't confirm him. He could attend services but he would never be counted as part of the church. No salvation for Blob Thing or Winefride. He supposes that's okay because they don't need saving. They and God - or Spirit, or the universe, or Being, or Life, or Love, or whatever name you give that which is nameless get on well anyway. They don't need saving from Hell. They don't need saving from the wrath and judgment of some crazy God who can only forgive through some kind of blood cult and through killing. They can certainly stay away from the Catholic Mass without risking not going to some heaven on day. It's a nice story. Millions and millions and millions of people believe it's the truth. Literally. They get a great deal from it and find the meaning of life within it. Blob's person used to but Blob Thing is very, very glad that she doesn't anymore.
Blob Thing didn't shut up. He got carried away. That's okay. As a book he was browsing last night would say, "When you get carried away with a special interest you deserve more love, not less." The book says that quite a lot in one section. "You deserve more love, not less." Blob likes that book he thinks. Bits of it are a bit weird and he doesn't believe it all. But he fervently believes in the mantra. For all of us. "You deserve more love, not less."
This post is about an adventure a week ago. In Wrecsam. Or in Wrexham. Or both. Blob's person says that he really ought to get on and talk about it or it'll be his fault that his blog has gone off the rails today and not hers. Pain the Bear is looking at us and is saying that the sheep adventure would be a much better subject than Blob's lack of relationship with the Catholic Church or with any other church or religious organisation. Blob's going to a not Church today for the first time. It's the Sunday Assembly. He's looking forward to that a lot. It's a bit like church. But without all the talking to a sky God parts or having to talk about not believing in a sky God but having to talk in sky God language. The Sunday Assembly will not be using talking to a sky God language. It's going to be great. He's a bit worried that Winefride will be overwhelmed. She's going to the Sunday Assembly too.
In Wrecsam, Blob and Winefride met a couple of sheep. Yes. That's the adventure. They met a couple of sheep. They weren't normal sheep though. For a start, they weren't living in a field out in the countryside. On of them was living in the ticket office of the railway station which is not a normal place to find a sheep. The other was living in a churchyard.
They were amazing sheep. Most sheep are white or black or some simple pattern of simple colours. The two sheep in Wrecsam were the most amazingly coloured sheep that Blob Thing had ever seen. They weren't anything like the ones he had seen in fields when out walking or when looking out of bus windows. These were brilliantly coloured and must have been the most exciting sheep in the world.
And they were both very very friendly too. They didn't run away. They didn't shout or scream when Blob and Winefride approached. They just stood there and smiled at the two toys. And then they did something very special indeed. They allowed Blob and Winefride to ride on their backs. That was an amazing feeling. Blob shouted out that his person should take lots and lots of pictures because it was such a stunning experience. Of course she was glad to oblige.
To begin, three pictures of Blob and Winefride on the station sheep. Just look how happy they were. Especially Winefride. She was even happier than Blob. Blob thinks that if Winefride had a book filled with that many colours then it would become maybe her favourite thing in the world and she would just look at it, get really really close to it and trace all the colours with her bow. Blob Thing loves his sister.
Blob and Winefride had enjoyed the sheep immensely so when they saw a second sheep in a big churchyard they couldn't believe their luck. And when they were allowed to ride on that sheep too and the sheep promised not to run away with them still on its back they couldn't have been happier. Blob's person took a lot of photos of them. A lot.
Winefride liked the colours on this church sheep. But not as much as all the colours on the first sheep. Blob thinks that maybe she should be introduced to art and encouraged to play around with colours for herself. Blob thinks that she would have a lot of fun and wouldn't worry about putting down the wrong colour because all colours are beautiful. Most of them anyway. Blob says that he would probably enjoy doing some art sometime. He doesn't quite know how they would manage it but there has to be a way, even for people with the physical attributes they share.
Here are the photos of the siblings on the church sheep. Ending with a close up that Blob likes a lot. The way he has nestled himself into Winefride and the way she looks so happy about it makes him feel very happy every time he looks at the picture.
So that in essence was Blob's adventure. He and his sister sat on a couple of sheep. In Wrecsam. As adventures go it was something small. They're not going to make a big Hollywood blockbuster action movie out of this adventure. But it was an adventure for Blob and Winefride. And they enjoyed themselves. There can't be many other small pink or small stripy blob toys who had ridden on fantastically colourful sheep.
Tomorrow Blob wants to tell you about one of his solo adventures. It amazed him at the time. He wants to tell you about the time he rode on some sheep. And then there's more to tell you about Wrecsam too. Something quite brilliant happened there and a photograph was taken that will make Blob smile for as long as he lives and it will probably make his person smile for that long too.
[1718 words today. 41777 words in July. Good grief.]
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