Easing back into blogging. After posting a quasi-update on what I did on my Lenten break, I did my first Simple Woman’s Daybook post in two months on Monday. I haven’t had time to do much more blogging because I have two classes “on the ground” (meeting physically) this quarter instead of one class on the ground and the rest online. The second “on the ground” class is the introductory class for my department and is just busy work; but it means less time for blogging and a lot of other things because I’m on campus for an extra three hours on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I could probably log into one of the computers in the OFTEC classroom during my break between classes but I tend to use that time for silly things like eating lunch and doing homework.
Easter update. Easter Sunday was glorious here. I was the bunny for my parents and Daniel and they all liked their Easter baskets. Mom was my bunny and got me a boatload of chocolate, most of which I’m stockpiling for when PMS hits again in a few weeks. I’m actually able to stomach it again (thanks omeprazole!) and I think the best part of the basket thus far has been the Fererro Rocher eggs.
If I had not given my blog up for Lent, I would have told you about the last week of Winter Quarter when Daniel’s ADHD meds appeared to have just crapped out. I spent three nights dealing with him hitting me, screaming, and spitting before I could get a doctor’s appointment on that Friday and we almost ended up having to take him to the ER on that Wednesday night because he was so out of control. It turns out that he had an ear infection in his right ear and the same drippy throat he gave me and he wasn’t sleeping because he was so uncomfortable. (Funny story: when his incredibly awesome pediatrician moved to examine her, he said, “no touch!” very sternly. Yeah, no. When you are preventing Mommy from sleeping and getting homework done, you lose your right to not be examined.) Some antibiotics and Dimetapp got him back to almost normal.
If I had not given my blog up for Lent, I would have commented on Mike Pence and the Billy Graham rule and M@tt W@lsh’s stupid assertions on the subject by doing a 7 Quick Takes post of 7 reasonable occasions when men and women should be allowed to meet alone.
If I had not given my blog up for Lent, I would have told you how much I adore the first Sunday of Lent in the Episcopal church because it’s the Sunday we sing the Great Litany and my choir here in Washington spreads out in a U-shape around the congregation and passes each petition from person to person. It’s liturgy geek nirvana!
If I had not given my blog up for Lent, I would tell you about how much in love I am with Audrey Assad and how her song “I Shall Not Want” has been in my head and leading me to pray.
If I had not given my blog up for Lent, I would have shared our Palm Sunday anthem with you so you could get it stuck in your heads too!
If I had not given my blog up for Lent, I would have told you about doing Confession with my priest on March 28th and why I do it as an Episcopalian. Lots of tears on my part (it had been 4 years since I had done it) but it was worth it and very healing. She also did Anointing for the Sick on me because of all the scars on my arms. (Can we just say that it had been a bad weekend and leave it at that?)
If I had not given my blog up for Lent, I would have told you about Maundy Thursday at my church and the quick Eucharist service and stripping of the altar before heading to the fellowship hall for pizza and a finger food potluck interspersed with foot-washing. There were so few of us that Helen (my priest) invited us up into the chancel area for the Eucharistic prayer. My congregation was joined by the Spanish-speaking congregation so it was a bilingual Eucharist and the Communion hymn was “We’ll Know They Are Christians By Their Love” which *TOTALLY* is appropriate when you have the two congregations mixing and Communion being given in two languages. It was one of those moments that is a glimpse of heaven and filled me with joy at being Christian and experiencing it.
If I had not given my blog up for Lent, I would have told you about Helen convincing the kiddos in the Spanish congregation to let her wash their feet and how touching it was to see her sitting on the floor with one of the two year olds and his very somber face while she stuck his feet in a Rubbermaid container of water and chattered at him in Spanish. When she was washing the feet of one of the little girls, I almost offered her the nail polish in my purse that I keep for pedicures but I didn’t know if her parents would have been OK with her getting her fingers or toes painted. Meanwhile, Helen’s oldest son washed my feet and gave me one of the best footrubs I’ve had.
If I had not given my blog up for Lent, I would have told how much I loved my Lenten discipline of reading only religious books and reading instead of surfing Facebook while I am out and about. I finished Father Tim’s Church Survival Guide by Fr. Tim Schenck and Seven Last Words: An Invitation to a Deeper Friendship with Jesus by James Martin, S.J. before picking up Spiritual Sobriety by Elizabeth Esther.
Medicaid and being on public assistance. Rebecca of The Road Home blogged about her Medicaid experience during her pregnancy and everything she describes about the Assistance Office is spot-on with my experience. The office in Sacramento was so horrible and filthy that I wanted to burn my clothes when I got home and pour a bottle of bleach over my head. We treat recipients of assistance so horribly in this country because apparently, we all believe the inaccurate description of “the welfare queen” that Ronald Reagan introduced into our social and political landscape. Seriously y’all, it is darn hard to qualify for Medicaid or SNAP and requires a huge deal of paperwork. I had to be fingerprinted when we lived in Pomona! This is probably why I want to throttle politicians who support drug-testing welfare recipients — states who have done that have maybe caught *ONE* person of thousands that way, it’s yet one more degrading hoop we have to jump through, and it’s horribly wasteful in terms of spending.
Eating popcorn and watching the meltdowns. Apparently, Republican House members are finding some… grumpiness from people showing up at their town hall meetings. The people are completely infuriated at what the Trump administration is doing and screaming at the House members to do their jobs. P45 is trying to write them off as “activists” and “paid protestors”, which is hysterically funny because nobody there is actually being paid and most of the people screaming “do your job!” are normal, everyday people who want their Congressional reps to quit with the bullcrap and DO THEIR FREAKING JOBS.
Seriously, I’m watching video of this and laughing at the Congresscritters who are completely shocked that people are so angry with them. You’d think 4.5 million women taking to the streets in the USA and around the world hadn’t clued them in that there’s a problem.
Holy being vulnerable, Batman! A guy in my Accounting class and I have been talking about faith things so I asked him if he wanted to come to church with me on Sunday… by passing him a note with the name, address, and worship time for my church and the words “let’s pretend I actually had the guts to say this in person” on it.
Yeah… I’m really that awkward. Thankfully, he’s interested in possibly coming.
Rich Mullins. A few nights ago, I was answering a Reddit question on my favorite song lyrics that mean something to me and I had to look up the lyrics for chorus of “If I Stand”. That led to listening to a bunch of Rich Mullins songs that I really love as well as a few Third Day ones.
Hit by holy 2×4. I was sitting in my Accounting classroom alone on Tuesday afternoon doing homework when I was hit by the strong feeling that I needed to be praying for my classmates. I spent some time praying for the people whose needs I knew… and learned about a whole host of other ones this morning. I think it’s probably a good thing that I’m open to the smackings upside the head of the Holy Spirit.
Looking out my window… dark. It was sunny and in the 40’s today.
I am thinking… about my homework load this week and how to space things out appropriately.
I am thankful… for good worship this morning and feeling connected. This isn’t a guarantee for church depending on my sleep debt and how much I have on my mind.
One of my favorite things… chicken and wild rice soup. It’s what is for dinner.
I am wearing… jammies. Church clothes this morning were my turquoise/black/white bokeh print dress, black camisole, black cardigan, black tights, a paper bead necklace made by Rebecca, and my black flats. I switched them out for a berry-colored long-sleeved shirt and jeans when I got home.
Listening to Gregorian chant in a dark room. It’s been a stressy few weeks with Daniel having medication issue and being sick. I slept most of Sunday and Monday and I took some Ativan tonight to chill me out. The sounds of the Benedictines of Mary, Queen of Apostles are very therapeutic.
My MS Word midterm. I was going to challenge the class to see if I could avoid taking it but I’m seriously glad I chose to just take it. I’ve learned so many things about how to put together documents and make them pretty. The next time I do a NaNoWriMo challenge, I could probably make my manuscript publishable on LuLu or whatever Amazon’s self-publishing arm is.
Anyway, one of the four required projects was to create a specials sheet for a restaurant and we were told to just go in and have fun with what we were given. There’s a midterm discussion and it has been a blast to see what other people have done and why they chose to go certain directions with their project.
The beauty of where I live. I cannot express in words how much I love northern Washington and the sight of evergreen trees outside my window every morning. There are also beavers, deer, and other animals that come and hang out in the area. Trees are calming and I love that it’s only a short drive to Puget Sound where I can watch the water.
The word “wholeness”. It’s my word for the year. The unraveling of my marriage last year left me very fractured internally and I’m trying to figure out how to put the pieces back together. It’s definitely going to be a journey this year but a worthwhile one.