It's a good thing

 No air-conditioning for 4 nights--that's a good thing.

Bern gets congested from AC.

We'll need it a lot later.

And it's a good thing that the former President's Justice Department is being investigated for their subpoenas of phone and email information from the press and sitting members of Congress.

That could, on top of every thing else, really open up some room to fully evaluated the illegal stuff of the previous administration.

The former President (who I will not name here--just as Stephen Colbert doesn't on his late night show) is now thigh deep in wrong-doing where he used to be knee deep.

Nothing could please me, or Joe Biden, more than to see him sent off to prison.

That (at last) might make the maga and lie-believers face the truth.

Which they must if our Democracy is to move on and thrive.

And I also hope for a couple of more cooler days....

 

I can't do anything

I can't do much of anything.

I tore off the bottom part of a railing that goes down our back steps. I tried to fix it with masking tape. It didn't work. Bern fixed it with a screw, I think.

I can't clean the house up to Bern's standards, so she does.

I can't do yard work up to Bern's standards, so she does it all.

I can take out the trash and recycling and do washing.

Nothing much more.

I feel guilty of my incompetence, though I shouldn't. Bern's standards are just higher than mine.

She is just so much more adroit than I am, it embarrasses me.

She even walks the dog better than I do.

I should look at it this way--I'm lucky to be married to her.

And lucky to do as little as I do.

I can preach and do communion and baptize and marry and bury--and she can't.

At least, at that I'm better.

But I love her so.

For 50 years she's been making my life easy.

What a blessing.

 

 

The third meal

 I put Brigit's dinner down before I went to the grocery.

I called upstairs, "Brigit, dinner" and then "I'm going to the store".

Bern heard the second call, but not the first.

She came down after our dog had eaten her dinner and was ready to go out.

But she thought Brigit wanted food and thought I hadn't fed her.

So she fed her again.

Brigit was glad to eat a third meal before her walk.

What a lucky dog she is.

We love her so.

But she doesn't need a third meal in a day!

 

I don't know what I'm going to write

Sometimes (like tonight) I sign on to my blog with nothing certain to write.

I don't know what I'm going to write.

But it will be something.

The weather is wondrous.

No air conditioners for two days.

Sitting out on the deck, reading, with short sleeve shirts.

How good can it get?

In July, I start as Priest-in-charge at Trinity, Milton, which is part of Litchfield, 30 miles from my home.

My last 'cure'--figure out what that means???--was with three churches, only one of which was 30 miles away.

It's a great congregation that  I'm getting to know. I think I'll love it.

A quarter time job in the church means 10 hours a week. Since the trip takes me an hour round trip and the hours include sermon prep. I'll only work on Sunday and one day a week, doing God knows what.

Biden is at the G-7--the seven most wealthy countries. I think I can name them: the U.S., France, Great Britain, Germany, Canada, Italy and Japan.

Those leaders agree with our President more than the Republicans in Congress do.

Voter suppression is not an issue in the G-7--except here!

Attorney General Garland today announced the Justice Department will be expanding the group that deals with voting.

Lord help us!

The Maga folks don't want people of color to vote.

What a travesty.

Well, I didn't have anything to write after all....

  

I've been pondering...

 ..."Eternity".

And it's a waste of time, so far as I can ponder.

I have no idea whatsoever what 'eternity' could be like.

And I'm not sure I would want to have an idea.

I know the brand of religion I practice has some inkling that somehow we will spend 'eternity' in the Light or in Fire.

I don't know what I believe about that.

"Ends" are a part of my reality.

"End-less-ness" is beyond my ken.

Spring ends.

Each day ends.

Dinner ends.

Sleep ends.

Experiences end.

Life ends.

I'm never any help when people ask me, as a priest, 'what happens when we die?'

I have no clue.

I leave all that up to God.

I'm concerned about living.

Let the Almighty handle dying.

Eternity is far out of my ball park.

I guess I'll just wait and see....

 

Tomorrow will be great

Tomorrow with be a respite from the heat--though it will return, for months now.

But I've kept my word so far and not complained about the heat.

But Bern does.

I do better with heat and she loves the cold.

Amazing we've been together all these years!

Biden is on his way to meet the last President's buddy--Putin.

VP Harris is back from talks in Central America.

Bills are being pushed before Congress to do good for our democracy and our country.

It is such a joy to go to bed not dreading what the President might tweet during the night.

Or might say or do during the day.

We're moving toward normal after the pandemic, especially in CT, which has one of the highest vaccination rates in the country.

And politics (except for those who believe 'the Big Lie') is getting back to normal.

Let the heat do what it may--I'm feeling so much better about every thing I could go and howl at the moon.

If we can see it tonight....

 

Getting older

I don't know how old you are, beloved, reading this, but I am 74 and have some questions for you in that area of life.

Do you ever walk purposefully into a room and forget why you went there?

I do.

Do you ever open a cabinet or a drawer to get something and not know what you're looking for?

I do.

Do you ever open the refrigerator to get something and are not sure why?

I do.

Ever pick up your car keys and wonder for a moment where you're going?

I do.

In my youth my IQ was 154.

Not sure I want to take the test now.

But maybe IQ doesn't have to do with the lapses of memory as you get older.

I don't know.

But I do know this: sometimes in a few seconds, I forget what I'm up to when I knew for sure those few seconds ago.

Getting older is a trip!

Just not always a good one.