Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
I’ve decided to bail on writing today, and why not, Mike’s taking me to supper. (Or I could report the 13 words I wrote today, not counting the smidge on the supersekrit project which I shouldn’t even talk about or think about.)
The second interview went very well. I suspect they will match the position to another of the candidates, but I didn’t shame myself, and I had a pretty good time. Thank you Jeff for the loan of the vehicle.
So I wanted to whiff on church yesterday because hey no surprise I always do. But it was very very worth it.
Preamble: I walk in the front door grouchy because having left it so late I had to park in the Gods up on Keary Street. The Minister approaches with a look of what I interpret as horrified concern, but she tells me to kick the rock away from the door so it can close and then says “Oh and good morning!” (He is risen, he is risen, he is verily risen).
One, I need to put my Secret Buddy letter in an envelope (it’s a church thing to help us get to know each other and make stronger intergenerational bonds.)
Two, it’s new member Sunday, and old members should show up and show how happy they are FRESH MEEEAAAT FOR COMMITTEES. Or BRAAAINZ, I can never figure out what I should be moaning….. I couldn’t – I was too busy crying. Because I was so happy that 9 ADULTS AND 5 CHILDREN joined our church. I got intensely drippy, and it was wonderful. Yeah sure they mostly came from other congregations but the two sets of young families did NOT.
Three, I always like to light candles. I got up during the service and was grateful for the thought provoking meeting yesterday.
Then Luc and Carol got up and announced that they had ELOPED and BROUGHT CUPCAKES. You can well imagine (I hope you can) which of these two announcements stirred us most. The cupcakes were freaking awesome. Oh, and congratulations Luc and Carol. (Hopefully the out of town Unitarians who occasionally read my blog and know the principals will be dancing around, much as I did.)
Rob W. came late, as is his wont, (this from the woman who looks every week for an excuse NOT to go to church) sat next to me, and as part of our ritualized sideways hug when he sits down, we accidentally bonked heads realllly hard, and then both cracked up because it was funny. Hugs n concussions r us.
Two of our beloved church elders are dying of cancer, and it makes me really sad. One of them I loved since the first time I spoke with him, and the other kinda grew on me, until now I’m just as sad as if two of my relatives are dying. We were talking about that at the meeting on Saturday, how good it is that people are joining, because people are literally dying out of the church. We sing “Gathered here in one strong body” but sometimes the body ain’t so strong.
The choir mistress got a lovely bunch of fleurs for her service. She has really moved the choir along in terms of dynamics and intonation.
The sermon about moral beauty had me nodding in a couple of places.
I talked to a couple of people after church and then went home and very late in the day wrote about 650 words.
I made curried pork chomps.
The carafe of cold coffee is calling my name. I have an interview at noon and see the financial advisor at 9.