You really couldn’t ask for a more lovely day than today. It’s near 80 outside, the sun is shining with nary a cloud in the sky. There is a light breeze. Life is good.
Church is always my Sunday refuge, where I tank up on patience, and love and renewed passion and determination. It is renewal, where everything somehow is made anew in liturgy and Eucharist. I now meet friends, not just fellow congregants.
This week we had a same-sex forum. Mostly to advise our fellow parishioners of what the Iowa Supreme Court case means, what is the position of our local diocese, and finally to learn what people at our Church wanted to know about this issue. It is a sensitive one, where passions and beliefs are high and well set. We respected each other, listened without judging, and avoided debate. Now is not that time.
It went well I think. I gave the legal situation, our priest, the diocesan position. We look forward I hope to a full forum discussion of the biblical interpretations available this fall. Our church, like most, is not of one mind, though there is probably a strong majority going one way. No one would expect that there would be unanimity. Be we are respectful, we are patient, we are loving.
I am still new, though darned if anyone has ever made me feel that way. I are careful because of that. But I felt good about this. I used the term “we” for the first time today, as in “our” parish. I feel that it is indeed mine now. I left smiling today, with the usual, “have a great weekend” echoing down the hallways as we worked our way to the parking lot.
I drove across to the big HyVee, a super grocery story. I try to avoid Walmart as best I can, since I am philosophically opposed to them. I shop there for some things, but try to get most of my groceries elsewhere. I had a list for tomorrow’s food fest. I like to cook on holidays mostly. I’ll make my usual potato salad, pea salad, and we’re having brats on the grill. I got a nice muskmelon and some marshmallows and chocolate bars to go with the graham crackers I already had. I got a taste for “smores.”
The dogs are napping, all fat and lazy. So is the Contrarian for that matter. I’m sorta watching the Indy 500. I watch the cats meander in and out. So full of themselves, they swagger when their doors are all open. “I can go in, I can go out,” they seem to say with sly smiles, like Frank Burnes on M*A*S*H*. They loll on the porches, knowing no doubt that the world is their special private kingdom. They’ve been prolific in killing birds and small rodents this year. I wag my finger and order them to “drop it” and they do, and the bird sometimes is still alive and flies off, much to their shock and dismay.
The garden is in, the flowers are planted. The earth is warm. The bugs crawl, the bees buzz, and the mosquitoes bite. I am allergic to Iowa mosquitoes. I get huge welts of red, with an itching that doesn’t stop for 5 days. It lasts until sometime in July. I wear a lot of repellent.
I’m walking the lane these days again. A mile a day. Most days. I pray a lot to pass the time. It gets boring. I want a lap pool, indoor and heated. When pigs fly perhaps I may have one. Otherwise, I walk. The dogs come with me, Brandy pays attention to see if I’m still coming along. Bear could care less, he has important business and moves steadily along. Sometimes Kate and Spencer come along. She cries the entire way. Sometimes they only come part way. It wears them out. That’s a very long distance for a poor cat.
I’m planning on lolling around a good deal tomorrow. It’s a holiday after all. I think the weather will be as good. These are the perfect days, before humidity and higher temps make it difficult to enjoy. These are the days of daydreaming and contemplating one’s navel. They are the ones we remember as “sweet.”