I love my cheese!
But I've been disappointed recently.
The last couple of times we have bought mature cheddar from the supermarket I've opened it and found that instead of the rich, mature, piquant flavour I was expecting, it just tasted mouldy, or as we would say in Scotland "foosty!"
(there's that fungus motif springing up again like dry rot)
Actually, I'm pretty drained at the moment. In two consecutive days I have conducted the funerals of two quite special people who were very dear to me. It was a great privilege to be able to do this in both cases, for both people were the most gracious, humble and gentle folk you could ever have met. They were both in their eighties. But why is it that not everyone grows more gracious with age? Some just get more grumpy.
I fear that as for myself (if I ever survive that long) instead of maturing in Christ-likeness, I will probably just go 'foosty' like some badly-kept cheese.
[Oh, by the way, the picture is of St. Cuthbert's Church in Edinburgh. It's looking good for its age, especially against a clear blue sky.]
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Don't think of yourself as growing old, gracious or not, just be a recycled teenager.
My Uncle Jack has the exact same loving for cheese.
So I can understand if you were disapointed.
Anyway,
Yes, I did mean sang.
However,
I cant actually remember what its called, but its the one we sang at the start of the service.
I think it reminded me of the times when GB/BB all age services are on and I always love them, and I think the last one that song was played, so yeahh.. I think that was it.
Also an apology for my atrocious spelling, but I think in this case it was me typing fast that was the problem.
I'm gonna proof read anything before I publish it now :)
Good idea.
I only need to say one thing as I leave,
42
Hey! Coley! 42! 42! 42! Meaning of life - in triplicate. :-)
Hi, Katie. Welcome to the 'blogosphere'
Hi Iain
Apparently, when I was little, I thought Mr Murray was God as he greeted me at the church door each Sunday. He was a gentle giant. I was saddened to hear of his death.
Yes, Moira, it was very sad, but we should be glad that we knew him.
we've just had a debate about how you spell foosty. I've written a sketch for Sunday that uses the word - only I spell it fusty. Whatever, its a good Scots word - especially in the kirk with all its fustiness/foostiness.
I found several ways of spelling it but I liked the look of "foosty" though I guess fusty is probably the right one cos it looks like musty
Iain, I think its great that people are recognising 'foosty' at last. It's a mighty powerful descriptor if ever there was one - my brain makes me imagine the smell of 'foost' just at the very mention of the word. Do you think people who display the characteristics of 'foostiness' should be hereafter known as 'foosters?'
Well, there was the very famous Bertie Fooster wasn't there? And some guy called Cheese. No, it was Jeeves!
I just had a dyslexic moment and read "foosty" as "footsy" and thought that in Scotland, when cheese goes bad, it is likened to feet. Moldy feet.
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Hi Pam. It's all my fault. If I had spelled it "fusty" everyone would have thought "musty" which is nearer the idea although non-native speakers would have got the wrong pronunciation. It definitely sounds like "foosty" - with a long "oooh" sound- and it's one of these Scottish words I like that has no absolutely exact English equivalent - like "scunner" or "dreich"... more of which another day...
You? Fusty? Nevah!
I'm feeling sort of Scottish today, after reading all about the word 'fusty/foosty'. I used it in my post entitled "Church Lady" earlier this month. I find it a good descriptive word, and certainly well used here, in your post.
I do have quite a bit of Scottish blood in me, on my mom's side. Not enough though, for I've never heard of "scunner" or "dreich." I shall research!
So much to learn.
Condolences on the passing of your friends. Happy that you had some good role models on aging with grace.
Love the pic of the church!
Hi Cherie, good to read your 'Church Lady' post and your use of the word "fusty"
By the way (in case of my other readers get misled, it is not a picture of the church where I minister - I'll post one of it some day)
I promise I'll look at some more Scottish words too but in the meantime for you, Cherie, let me ask you to think of the dullest, 'drippiest', greyest day you can imagine - the rain is not lashing down - in fact it just seems to hang in the air but it washes out all colour. It is cold but not in a bracing way. It is in a way that makes you shiver. And it looks as if it might stay like that for ages. That is 'dreich'! (pronounced drr-eeee-ch, with "ch" as in loch.)
Thank you, Iain!!
Your description of dreich helped me completely picture a dreich day for there are many of them here in the rainy, often dreery Pacific Northwest.
I shall add that word to my new Scottish vocabulary -and have plenty of occassions to practice it, too.
I hope I am using it correctly.
Dreich is most often used when describing a sermon in a presbyterain church in Scotland!
Not in Iain's church of course.
One of my favourite Scottish words is "thrawn".
I'll get you some proper cheese next time I go to Lanark Market...you can't beat Black Diamond!
I read "footsy" too!
Had a conversation with Linsay yesterday about how I'd never had stilton - that sounds random but she was at some cheese and wine party at the time.
Today I find my conversation being:
"What's a foosty?"
"It's not a noun, it's an adjective!!"
"Sorry, what is it to foosty someone then?"
"Grr, just read the blog...and it's not pronounced foosty, it's pronounced fusty...obviously!"
"Er, sorry. OK. I'll read it...
(long pause)
...Linsay, I don't understand your dad anymore."
:-)
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