Reverendmother over at RevGals write: Whoops! I have been in a family-induced haze these few days, with the July 4 holiday and taking time off while relatives are visiting. So I literally lost track of what day it was!
So rather than make you guys wait even one minute longer for the five, I'll dig up an oldie:
Today, what are you:
1. Wearing tan khaki shorts, dark blue sleeveless cotton T, tevas. that's enough for this hot day. (And I even went into the office dressed this causal, no make up even, and hair pushed back with a headband, 'cuz I'm still getting used to it growing out).
2. Reading "The Elegant Gathering of White Snows" bu Kris Radish. "How Does a Poem Mean?" bu John Ciardi. "The Progressive Christian" magazine.
3. Eating raspberry Keifer for breakfast, a hot dog for lunch, and homebaked BBQ baby back ribs with homemade potato salad for dinner, with left over pie for dessert.
4. Doing I have already set up the church for a private baptism tomorrow (I never do private baptisms, always on a Sunday in the midst of worship. But the Deputy Fire Chief called me months ago asking if I would baptize his niece. The family is Roman Catholic, except the father of the baby, who is Church of England - but living in Minnesota. The father of the baby wants his daughter baptized in the Episcopal Church, and I was asked to do it. How could I say no. Of course I would do it...so. A family baptism. I am baptizing her into a loving complex Christian family, just not a specific church). SO. set up for that, including worship booklets done so it is easy for everyone to follow along. Now. I've just finished lunch, as mentioned above. I need to work on sermon for Sunday, various meetings for next week, finish making the potato salad (potatoes and eggs boiled and cooling in the fridge...did that early this am during my "found time" per an earlier post). Walk my dogs, etc.
5. Pondering Not much. I've decided not to ponder much of anything this summer. I'm going to practice "being" instead of pondering. Being in the moment. That about matches my energy level and creativity (or lack there of).
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