Is there anything cuter than a four year old saying “Oh my dear gracious”?

I’ve whacked various toes on various tables and chairs three times in the last week. Hard.

Thankful for: a life well lived, however short; finally meeting the miracle toddler with his dimply grin and big round tummy; late nights with old friends; and the blessed trinity who waits for my return tomorrow.

I want the congregation to sing Lord of the Dance at my memorial service.

This resonated with me today as I drive to NC to say goodbye to D, a husband and father and brilliant scholar. No day but today.

According to Wii Fit, I weigh a number that I have not seen since the spring of 2002. Hello, pre-pregnancy weight. Nice to see you again.

is looking at paint chips, trying to choose a color for my study at the church. I am SO not good at this! Though really, unless I choose Nineteen Seventies Dark Wood Paneling #5, it will be an improvement.

has had five National Crankypants-related clergy gatherings in the last two days. I enjoyed every one of them, and I like all of you very much, but I’m tired of seeing you now…

Wearing my long brown Obi-Wan sweater/cloak today… because sometimes you just need the Force to be with you.

was just elected to be an alternate clergy commissioner to next year’s General Assembly. If a racy videotape surfaces of any of the commissioners, I will be ready.

Planning worship at Starbucks, watching NW DC stroll, drive, cab and run by. A beautiful day.

Was recently told, “I just don’t know how you do it.” Such a statement is often offered in supportive admiration, but something about the way this person said it suggested judgmental skepticism.

My daughter is a Daisy.

Trader Joes chicken nuggets are BACK!!!

I can’t say I was at my best today. Very disoriented and sad over D’s death, short on sleep (toddler night terrors suck) and am taking out interior turmoil on the people around me. But there’s always tomorrow.

Smells like Goode Co. in here. Time to put some Willie Nelson on the iPod.

Let the brisketing begin!

going to work on book proposal for the next 42 minutes.

this weekend: smoked brisket and Texas fixins tomorrow, worship Sunday, recycling computer junk Sunday afternoon at the county drop-off point. Something for everyone

Update: we printed an eye chart off the internet and tested C–she’s about a 20/30 in each eye. Not a dire emergency, but the writing’s on the wall. I recall her being 20/15 at five years old.

“Dentifrice” is my new Favorite Word from a Facebook Status, replacing last week’s “Hobo.”

Also? Pretty sure I broke a toe on the new furniture yesterday. Nothing to be done about that, but yowtch.

C informed me today that she can’t see the oven clock from across the room… it was only a matter of time.

C is home in 5 minutes. Take her grocery shopping, or make us both hot chocolate, hunker down and watch it rain? I think you know the answer to that question.

Taking the night off from the Internet, including FB… so you guys have fun on your mafia farms, poking people with scrabble tiles, and just generally making facebook better for one another.
working from home while the church building gets a much-needed furnace upgrade.

IKEA furniture *is* grownup furniture. I think. I hope so, since I have a van full of it at the moment.

Enjoyed Where the Wild Things Are, and I want all my friends of Jerome Berryman to know that it addresses the four existential questions in a really powerful way.