- I don’t want to talk about It anymore.
- I don’t really want to hear about It either.
- Predictable people are lining up in predictable ways, predictably.
- The dots that follow are not in ignorance of the pain; indeed, I can’t even listen to the news without crying; this is just an effort to think about something else.
- I’m so over this recovery from oral surgery. The following things are Dead To Me: pizza burn sensation, braces-tightening sensation, cold-sore along the gumline sensation, abrasions on my tongue from the mouth guard (finally filed down by R with the dremel, relief!), Boost, apple-cinnamon oatmeal, pasta, and lukewarm soup.
- Little she-who-is has a porcelain tea set with ladybugs on it. She has been so meticulous with this tea set for two years. We have had no broken pieces other than a little chip here and there, until this weekend, when I put the set away on a high shelf—not carefully enough. The whole thing fell. There are two cups, three saucers, and the teapot remaining (miraculously). The little creamer, the sugar bowl, destroyed.Little she was upset about it. I apologized, of course. Some time later she brought over two tin cups and two tin plates from her play picnic set. A peace offering.
- My dreams have been working on me lately. I’ve had several church-related ones, including one in which I applied for (and got) the job as pastor of Big Inner Suburb Church. I woke up and thought, “Wow, really, God?” I checked out their CIF (church resume) online and in fact, No. It’s a more progressive version of Suburban Pres, in a more fun location, but with all the same large-church things that are weighing me down right now, and the buck would stop with ME. Again I say, No.But I’m also having lots of “Wouldn’t it be cool if the church did X/was like Y?” dreams. The neat thing is that they seem equally applicable to my current call at Suburban and some new opportunity, should one reveal itself. There is energy in the dreams, and the energy is strong to stay put, and just as strong to keep an eye out.
- We have our tickets to Scotland! We are flying to London and taking the train to Glasgow. It was a little cheaper and seems much more fun. As Retired Librarian put it, “Maybe we’ll see Hogwarts!” Love that woman.
- I am about to send my proposal for the series of articles to Denominational Mag. My writing revs suggested that I work on the idea that had the most energy and interest for me, and present a full proposal for that, rather than say “here are four or five potential topics for the series; you choose.” It feels like the right thing to do but is also nerve-wracking. Like I’ll be handing the editor all my eggs in one basket and the potential is for her to say, “Really? This was the best idea of the bunch? Yikes.”On the upside, I’m working with the photographer who took the photo for Famous Newspaper to get permission to use it for the column. Because all the other recent photos of me… suck.I’ll share more about the series soon, but for now, I’m tired. Peace be with you…
Published by reverendmother 1 year, 5 months ago in things/life/whatnot, writing on writing
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Asides
» I have been remiss in posting SBJ’s latest stats: 23 pounds and 27 inches at six months. Yes, I’ve got the big mama biceps.
» Aaaaaand little she-who-is lost another tooth this week!
» SBJ is four months old, 19 pounds 5 ounces, and 26 inches tall. GIGANTOR!

You are my child, dear one. I don’t want to talk about IT anymore either.
And you’re perfectly capable for whatever role you decide to take on in the future.
And the tea set, yes, the tea set…I love that S-W-I is so dedicated and attached. We’ve enjoyed many a tea party with it!
Oh…listen to those dreams! In time you will know.
Peace be with you also!
Let’s talk about your submission to Denominational Mag. Good luck with that! I’ll be watching for it. It’s time for some new writers there IMHO. You’d be great!!
just talked w/ a cousin who belongs to big presb. church in summit, nj that’s looking for a new senior pastor. it’s a “well-endowed” church w/ a history of liking folks who preach well. (tom tewell served there before going to texas, then new york.) check it out.
and on the other topic, even if we don’t talk about it out loud, many of us (tech grads in particular) are, of necessity, still carrying on interior dialogues.
this morning as i watched last night’s drillfield vigil i saw the face of a good friend in the crowd. she has been one of those “crisis counsellors” we keep hearing about on the news.
a neighbor invited us for a “comfort meal” last night and wore burgundy and orange. it was a sweet touch.