Thursday, November 12, 2026

no problemo

 The three of us from Trinity were waiting for the Bishop to join us on line--though G. couldn't hear us though we heard him fine.

Then A., the Bishop's assistant in stuff like this, came on to tell us the Bishop couldn't make it. He was on the road somewhere.

She apologized for the Bishop, though only B. and I heard her.

B. was calling G. to tell him when I signed off.

Luckily I signed off before heaving a huge sign of relief....

A. said she'd set up another time.

"No problem," I told her.

And it wasn't...


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some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.