Sundaytime should be a lot like summertime, the living should be easy.
Looking at the calendar and wondering where in damnation did the last nine months and three days go?
There continue to be changes where I work. All the changes that have taken place since mid-June have been HUGE. Coworkers retiring (some planned, some forced). We’ve been without a permanent supervisor and won’t have one until, most likely, the end of this month or the beginning of November. Our Albatross was shot. It’s like being on a ship without a Captain. The crew knows how to navigate the ship through the waters, but there’s no clear purpose or destination. No, “Ahoy! Land ahead!” Just aimless wandering with the hope of keeping the ship afloat in choppy water. After nearly four months, frustrations are beginning to surface and those of us who have held the ship together with spit and glue are unraveling at the seams. We are weary of the changes yet to come and leery of the change-makers deciding on what those changes will be.
But tell me, tell me! speak again,
Thy soft response renewing —
What makes that ship drive on so fast?
What is the ocean doing?
Like one that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows, a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
— The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Samuel Coleridge
A positive among the ruins of last week — the launch of our twins’ blog here.
Still (yes, STILL) plodding along with Les Miserables. (Pathetic really. I should have finished it long ago.) Nearly done with An American Story. Participating in two reading groups this month: Misplacing God (and finding Him again) and Something Wicked This Way Comes, leading up to the season premiere of An American Horror Story this Wednesday, October 8.
All the season premieres of television shows I’ve been following, plus a few new ones: Parenthood, The Middle, The Vampire Diaries, Blue Bloods, and Person of Interest to name a few.
Around the house::
Decorating for Halloween. Witches and spiders and pumpkins, oh, my!
Exactly when summer will unofficially end in Southern California as the temperatures continue to be in the upper nineties and lower triple digits. About the only thing helping to make it feel like autumn here is the air conditioning cranked down to 74 degrees and the calendar flipped to October.
Living the Liturgy::
“Whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious, if there is any excellence and if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.” — Philippians 4:6-9
Attempting to cling to His Word and do whatever it takes to extend grace as we head into Monday and a new week.
Giving Thanks for::
The onset of longer evenings and the moon as my ride share partner on the way to work in the early mornings.
Forty years of being the mother of twins as they celebrate this milestone birthday in New Orleans together with spouses and friends.
Spending time with the grandchildren next weekend when their parents are out-of-town — having taken their birthday celebration on the road. Fighting the urge to plan and, instead, be somewhat spontaneous, letting the weekend together unfold and roll on its own.
“Family traditions enhance children’s emotional well-being by helping to create feelings of security, continuity and identity. Families with established traditions and those who actively form new actions or events as traditions are more likely to create strong bonds among members.” –Leah Davies, M.Ed.
Capture Autumn & Build traditions, friend