Wordy Almost Wednesday - The Children of the Corn Edition

I've been having such a crazy fall. Super busy work. Church duties. Failed root canals... There hasn't been room in my brain for being very creative. Or attentive to other people's blogs (sorry!).

And it doesn't really look like winter will be any better. My boss is leaving the company (his last day is this Friday) & my job will change in ways that I can't really imagine. We're getting a new roof put on the church, and replacing a vanity in the basement bathroom. And on Thanksgiving day I found a lump in one of my breasts that is probably just a cyst, but will need some kind of attention (I had a mammogram yesterday & the technician agreed with my assessment - but of course I'll need to hear the official word from the radiologist). 

And now it's Advent. We sit in darkness waiting for the great light. If you're Episcopalian like I am you try to tune out the Christmas music and settle in for the wait. Christmas Day is coming, but it's not here yet. So I'll add in some extra waiting to the season. The "what the heck will my job look like" waiting can mingle with the "what the heck am I going to do with the grape in my breast" waiting. 

I imagine myself, sitting in a darkened sacred space. One worry is in my left hand. The other clings to my hip like a small child. And we wait in peace for the light.

Short Stories

It’s a good thing that I didn’t take the time to pull my hair back before I left for work this morning. That meant that when I had the eggsplosion in my car it mostly landed on my hair instead of my clothes. A quick rinse in the bathroom sink & I was good as new. Next time I fry an egg I’ll try to remember to poke the yolk to make sure it’s really done. My breakfast sandwich was tasty though – and aren’t eggs good for hair?

It’s been in the 70s this week & we even ran the air conditioner for a while last night. My question is why do we have to have global warming while I’m going through menopause? One would think that all menopausal women would unite & make all these governments do something about it! (Says the woman who drives 80 miles a day. Sigh.)

I had a nice talk with my cousin KJ yesterday & she laughed at me (laughed!) because I thought I was having a busy week. Just because she has two active teenage daughters & a full time chaplaincy job doesn’t mean that she can talk about busy. Well, maybe it does. For the record, in addition to all the other things I’m doing this week, I’m also doing altar set-up at church tomorrow. So, you know, I’ve had one extra thing to do every day this week. It’s outta control! When am I supposed to play Words with Friends & work my puzzles (not to mention crochet all those darn dishcloths)?

I feel like I’m reaching some sort of Zen-like state regarding politics. Everyone around me is screaming & I’m just moving toward election day calmly. Actually, the image I have in my head is when that awful Lord Beckett is walking down the stairs as his ship disintegrates around him in Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest. Hmm – maybe since I have the image of a sinking ship in my head I’m not as calm as I think I am.

I wonder how people write whole posts about one subject? I’ve always known that I wouldn’t do well writing a novel, but this is ridiculous! Not that I’m feeling very “writey” anyway – yesterday I tried to write a poem about the time I stole a grape & my mom made me go back & pay the nice lady at the fruit stand a penny for it. I know it would have been a Fabulous Poem if only I could have found the right words.

Nothing to Say



From Ellie at Meditation Matters and Jan at Yearning for God

 [Note: This isn't strictly true, but I just haven't had a chance to write a real post this week.]