Maybe things are looking up
So much has happened since I last posted.
Last week was the worst week ever. I hadn’t been that lonely in a while. Chronic back pain. Even worse Insomnia. Adam kept getting held up at work, we were attacked by a dog. Nothing was working out right. We got stuck on the bus and missed our childbirth class. The week culminated with a meal at El Patio (good new Mexican food) on Adam’s day off, where someone sprayed their beer in my face and laughed about it. We decided the week was just a wash.
Then A’s Mom had her award ceremony for being one of NM’s most outstanding women of the year. She was nominated by her sister and her friend. There was weird vegetarian food meant to look like meat.
A’s family (cousins hosted) threw us a baby shower, of which the biggest redeeming quality was probably the gifts. (I’m really not one for any kind of gathering that has the word “shower” in it.) Actually, the food was pretty good as well.
A family from A’s old church gave us some really vital hand-me-downs for the cub.
My dad preached a sermon on the 30th at his church to a pulpit committee from the new prospective church. They loved it, heard that his current congregation decided to cut his monthly salary by $900, went home and talked him up. They put together a pay package and contacted my dad. He currently has a trial sermon at the new church on the 14th and the new congregation will vote on him the following Sunday. My dad hopes to be announcing his resignation to his current church on the 28th of May. And his current church figured it out that he was looking for a new place, wished him luck and did not cut his salary two days ago. So maybe they still have something left in them that’s worthwhile. Perhaps the wheels are moving for my parents and they won’t have to go live in cardboard boxes.
Probably the biggest thing that happened was that we decided to go back to St. John’s Cathedral on Sunday. We’d gone one time before and that was the second Sunday of Advent. We’d missed the entire Christmas season, Ash Wednesday, Lent, Easter. I just can’t see church as a safe place anymore. It’s really just a place where the respectable vultures gather, and my family has always been the dead meat. But we went, and it was good. No one made us sign up for the nursery or V.B.S. on our first sunday there. (Do Episcopalians even have V.B.S.?) We didn’t make fools out of ourselves. No one talked to us either. I’m a little perplexed, since we’re there to meet people and find friends. But I guess it’s okay for awhile. I mean, nobody sprayed communion wine in our faces.
Last week was the worst week ever. I hadn’t been that lonely in a while. Chronic back pain. Even worse Insomnia. Adam kept getting held up at work, we were attacked by a dog. Nothing was working out right. We got stuck on the bus and missed our childbirth class. The week culminated with a meal at El Patio (good new Mexican food) on Adam’s day off, where someone sprayed their beer in my face and laughed about it. We decided the week was just a wash.
Then A’s Mom had her award ceremony for being one of NM’s most outstanding women of the year. She was nominated by her sister and her friend. There was weird vegetarian food meant to look like meat.
A’s family (cousins hosted) threw us a baby shower, of which the biggest redeeming quality was probably the gifts. (I’m really not one for any kind of gathering that has the word “shower” in it.) Actually, the food was pretty good as well.
A family from A’s old church gave us some really vital hand-me-downs for the cub.
My dad preached a sermon on the 30th at his church to a pulpit committee from the new prospective church. They loved it, heard that his current congregation decided to cut his monthly salary by $900, went home and talked him up. They put together a pay package and contacted my dad. He currently has a trial sermon at the new church on the 14th and the new congregation will vote on him the following Sunday. My dad hopes to be announcing his resignation to his current church on the 28th of May. And his current church figured it out that he was looking for a new place, wished him luck and did not cut his salary two days ago. So maybe they still have something left in them that’s worthwhile. Perhaps the wheels are moving for my parents and they won’t have to go live in cardboard boxes.
Probably the biggest thing that happened was that we decided to go back to St. John’s Cathedral on Sunday. We’d gone one time before and that was the second Sunday of Advent. We’d missed the entire Christmas season, Ash Wednesday, Lent, Easter. I just can’t see church as a safe place anymore. It’s really just a place where the respectable vultures gather, and my family has always been the dead meat. But we went, and it was good. No one made us sign up for the nursery or V.B.S. on our first sunday there. (Do Episcopalians even have V.B.S.?) We didn’t make fools out of ourselves. No one talked to us either. I’m a little perplexed, since we’re there to meet people and find friends. But I guess it’s okay for awhile. I mean, nobody sprayed communion wine in our faces.
posted by obfuscare at 1:00 PM
1 Comments:
Hi Wendy,
Sorry about the dogs, I feel your pain. The bite is as bad as the bark, don't let people tell you otherwise. Dogs could be the last creatures on the planet that I could easily be persuaded to kill--well, dogs and George W., but I pray daily that God forgives me of that. (And I'm not kidding.) I hope pregnancy is going well. I wanted to let you know I'm praying the rosary for you. I love you.
Rachel
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