Humpday Misc.
Dibs and dabs from what's been going on:
1. The anemia has not been helped by weirdness at work. The call phone has been waking me up regularly and we have had a large network virus outbreak at the office that has pretty much kept me hopping for the last few days. I now look as tired as I feel. Spare prayers would be appreciated.
2. But I had no hesitation about going up to the healing station last Sunday. I also had a great time at a foodbloggers' potluck (plenty of chairs). yummy.
3. I am losing track of time. I didn't send my dad his birthday card and I brought my car in one week before I had booked it. Someone please throw a cloth over my cage. At least I realized that the potluck and my two main church volunteer gigs were on different weekends before, say, I showed up to do altar guild.
4. As I was dozing off to dreamland last night, I heard a tiny bit on the news (perhaps the Beeb) that Brother Roger of Taize had been killed by a madwoman. Or something that sounded like that to my fuddled brain. When I got onto the Ship forums in the am, it was confirmed for me. This is a very sad and shocking thing (who would kill a 90 year old monk? At Vespers?). May God grant Brother Roger eternal rest, and heal the community and the assailant.
I have been thinking (not singing, I have a cold on top of everything else) in Taize chants when I have a spare neuron. As legacies to the planet go, those Certainly Do Not Suck.
5. I caught up on my lectionary reading last night and read the Monday one too, which I hadn't read Monday, its being the feast of St. Mary the Virgin. The gospel reading for Monday, Proper 15, Year A is the story of Jesus cursing the fig tree because he was hungry but it wasn't the season for figs. Is there anyone else out there who thinks this is a followon to the story about the Canaanite woman, in that Jesus is being a bit of an asshat? Why didn't He use His powers to put figs on the tree out of season instead? Sheesh!
6. Oh, yes, and for Emily:
How to Crochet a Thurible
If the deacon at St. Spike's finishes hers, I will post an Action Shot. (We will also make book on how many choristers will start coughing.)
1. The anemia has not been helped by weirdness at work. The call phone has been waking me up regularly and we have had a large network virus outbreak at the office that has pretty much kept me hopping for the last few days. I now look as tired as I feel. Spare prayers would be appreciated.
2. But I had no hesitation about going up to the healing station last Sunday. I also had a great time at a foodbloggers' potluck (plenty of chairs). yummy.
3. I am losing track of time. I didn't send my dad his birthday card and I brought my car in one week before I had booked it. Someone please throw a cloth over my cage. At least I realized that the potluck and my two main church volunteer gigs were on different weekends before, say, I showed up to do altar guild.
4. As I was dozing off to dreamland last night, I heard a tiny bit on the news (perhaps the Beeb) that Brother Roger of Taize had been killed by a madwoman. Or something that sounded like that to my fuddled brain. When I got onto the Ship forums in the am, it was confirmed for me. This is a very sad and shocking thing (who would kill a 90 year old monk? At Vespers?). May God grant Brother Roger eternal rest, and heal the community and the assailant.
I have been thinking (not singing, I have a cold on top of everything else) in Taize chants when I have a spare neuron. As legacies to the planet go, those Certainly Do Not Suck.
5. I caught up on my lectionary reading last night and read the Monday one too, which I hadn't read Monday, its being the feast of St. Mary the Virgin. The gospel reading for Monday, Proper 15, Year A is the story of Jesus cursing the fig tree because he was hungry but it wasn't the season for figs. Is there anyone else out there who thinks this is a followon to the story about the Canaanite woman, in that Jesus is being a bit of an asshat? Why didn't He use His powers to put figs on the tree out of season instead? Sheesh!
6. Oh, yes, and for Emily:
How to Crochet a Thurible
If the deacon at St. Spike's finishes hers, I will post an Action Shot. (We will also make book on how many choristers will start coughing.)
posted by Charlotte at 9:18 PM
3 Comments:
Bless you!
Many prayers to spare for you, Charlotte!
Now I have seen everything - a crocheted thurible!
Cathy
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