On Monday this week we decided to have a picnic dinner. After some discussion Josiah and I decided that the best way to make use of the various leftovers in the fridge while also having something that we could easily take with us was to make a sort of crazy salad with (almost) everything in it — lettuce, tomato, sausages, lots of capsicum, apple, carrot sliced in various ways, bacon, shredded beetroot, and various other things we happened to have left from the past few days. We made this in our stock pot, as it seemed the most appropriately-sized container we have. We also grilled with butter some nice bread that Josiah had made a few days earlier.

Peter Shaw & the Blue 56

Peter Shaw & the Blue 56

This done, we all (well, the four of us present) headed off to the soundshell at the Botanic Gardens to eat our dinner and listen to Peter Shaw & the Blue 56 playing (as part of the ASB Gardens Magic Concert Series of free concerts this summer). Peter joined us a little later.

Anyway, we decided to keep the nature of the meal a secret for those who were not involved in cooking it to guess. We carefully carried it to the Gardens covered (along with knives, forks and plates for everyone), and asked that they guess what it might be before eating it. The use of the large pot caused some confusion, with one guess being soup, but in the end the salad was revealed and duly eaten. We made quite a lot, so I was able to have some for dinner on Wednesday night too.

Super salad surprise

Super salad surprise

Super salad surprise: super because of the large range of ingredients, salad because it was, and surprise both for the surprise of finding sausages and bacon in a salad, and because we kept it as a surprise for people to discover what it was we had made.


A number of us (Janice, Elaine, Peter, Josiah and I) went down last night to see Magnify play a free concert with Rapture Ruckus at Elim. It was mostly good, though shorter than I expected (just over an hour for the actual concert, though we hung around for a bit afterwards). It is nice to have a bit of free time for such things. Thanks to Josh for letting me know that the concert was on. Perhaps I will find time to hear more live music this summer.

This was the Facebook event, for completeness.

Last night’s flat activity was to go down to an event hosted by the debating society, entitled “Is God Dead?” Tim Mckenzie was one of the speakers so I was really looking forward to it. But rather then telling you about the debate, I’ll tell you about the trip down there (it was at Rutherford House, Pipitea).

The event was scheduled to kick off at 6pm, myself and James were down at the flat at 5:30 so that we could all go down together and get good seats, as had been communicated to each of us separately by different people. Ruth had just finished her thesis after pulling an all-nighter and was trying to get 10mins of shut-eye prior to the debate. Jan txtd to say she’d be late…

Meanwhile, up on the overbridge there was a discussion group facilitated by Ben, about God and Suffering. His car was blocking the driveway and he wasn’t responding to txt’s. James ran up to see if he could get Ben’s keys. When he arrived they were having a time of prayer and James thought it best not to interrupt. When they’d finished Ben checked his phone, offered to give some people rides and headed down the slow way.

The previous day, Peter had borrowed my bike, and had forgotten to return the clicker to open the garage.

Ben arrived, then departed. We ran around the back to open the garage from the rear, used the clicker in James’ car, and drove out. We didn’t get to the road, his car was making odd noises, and fumes from the exhaust could be smelt inside the car. He put the car back in the garage, ran back around the house and we headed off toward the cable car. Approximately 20 metres up the street Ruth realised that she didn’t have her bag, but thought it may be in the car. We ran back around the house to the car to check. James returned with the bag, and we again departed.

There was a reason for getting the car, after the debate James was going to drive Ruth to a leadership training thinga-me-jigga out in Jville. Ruth was anxious about getting there, she was sleep deprived after-all. She received a call from her church pastor saying he could give her a ride, they were leaving in ten minutes. Ruth was celebrating whilst there was a feeling of anger and frustration because this was a flat-night, and Ruth was bailing at the last possible minute, and that after all we had done to try to get there. (Which was forgiven and forgotten not long after).

James and I arrived at Rutherford House, went in the back door of the lecture theatre, in time to hear the last person, and the Q & A session afterwards.

Hopefully someone who attended the debate (in full) can fill all of us in on how it unfolded.