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more like another cup of tea

It’s been a lazy Sunday around here. It is as it should be. Maybe the somber mood has been inspired by the date…maybe it’s just that there’s a hint of fall in the air.

Whatever the reason, it’s been a day for hot tea and quiet pursuits.

The best part, no doubt, is that I have refused to work. In fact, I’ve been off the electronic leash most of the day, except for a peek or two at a Words with Friends game that is a little too close to call at the moment. Mass in the morning generally makes the rest of the day more restful … so does going out for breakfast.

There’s still a little laundry to finish, and some things around the house that need a 27 Fling Boogie, and I need to figure out what I’m making for dinner…but that’s a couple of hours away.

I think I’ll just enjoy another cup and finish reading my book.

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we remember

This is probably one of my favorite pictures taken on September 11. It’s a misnomer to use favorite, and yet, it is exactly that. I am moved, saddened, angered, and appalled by much of what I saw on that day and the subsequent days that followed, but this one, whenever I run across it, never ceases to amaze me.

It looks like a cathedral. I find that oddly reminiscent of that day for me…I was working at church, and witnessed the steady stream of people seeking solace in front of the Blessed Sacrament.

I heard many people lament, “Where was God?” He was always there. Always. As now.

There’s a glaring absence in acknowledging God today in some high profile events. That’s a shame. It is, sadly, one of those failings of the human condition that leads us to get too comfortable, too sure of our worth, too selfish and self-centered to see beyond our finite and vulnerable selves.

But that refusal to acknowledge…invite…invoke…worship…doesn’t diminish, for a moment, His presence.

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today’s demoralizing exchange…

brought to me by the sweet young thing at the registrar’s office at my alma mater who kindly, patiently, and ever so condescendingly walked me through getting an ID and password for the newfangled on-line transcript request system only to discover that I AM TOO OLD TO USE THIS SYSTEM BECAUSE THE ELECTRONIC RECORDS DON’T GO BACK TO ANCIENT TIMES.

Great.

Cuz I’m feeling awfully young and spry right about now.

Excuse me while I go sharpen my quill and squeeze some berries so I can scribble my request on this here parchment paper…

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