My father was a soldier in WW2.
Thankfully he did not die since I would have never been born!
But it wounded him in ways I cannot explain.
So Memorial Day is special to me.
Thank God we won the war!
Thank God my father survived.
Thank God for those who didn't.
Remember them tomorrow and always.
Memorial Day is every day, really....
Went to see Dr.A, my cancer doctor on Thursday as I do every 6 months. I was, once more, cancer free. But after I got home she got my blood tests and told me my sodium content in my blood was dangerously low and sent me to the emergency room.
Sure enough, it was so low they admitted me to the hospital.
I was there Thurs./Fri. and Saturday and was discharged Sunday morning at 10:30 a.m. My levels were back in the safe zone.
Oddly enough, I had none of the symptoms they kept repeating to me. I mentioned that to a male nurse who said, "don't be confused--be thankful. Those symptoms aren't any you want, believe me."
I did believe him and am thankful.
I feel like a pin cushion because they drew blood three times each day and poked me in places I've never been poked!
But I'm home now and still thankful to the symptom-gods and to all the staff who got me well enough to come home.
That's why I haven't written here. I have a dumb phone and can't do e-mails of my blog on it.
Back and thankful.
And to the folks at Trinity Church who prayed for me and took care of things today since wasn't there--thank you too....
It's the 21st of May--only 10 days from June--and the high temperature today is 50!
Experts say it's an 'Arctic Blast', or something like that.
I think President What's-His-Name has pissed off the weather gods and they are punishing us for electing him.
That's just me talkin'--or more accurately, just me typing.
I was talking to another priest at the Clergy Conference who said he hated the heat.
Well, I hate the chill.
I hope he's happy today.
I, most certainly, am not....
It's over! Whew!
I left right before lunch (don't tell the bishops!) and had lunch at home.
Tomorrow I go to Trinity for Bible Study.
Thursday I go to the dentist to be told about my implant.
Friday I see Dr. Alsamari.
Busy week compared to most.
I like less-busy a lot.
I read the lessons for Sunday and are letting them soak in before I write a sermon.
I like sermons a lot.
That's why I keep doing ministry though I'm 78.
I know I've told you before--if I'm not behind an altar or in a pulpit, I'm not sure I would go to church at all....
Shame on me....
The first day of Clergy Conference is over....Well, for me it was over about 11:30. I left and came home.
If you talk to a bishop don't tell him or her that!
The speaker, who was going to speak all day, was very good.
She was talking about Clergy responsibilities in matters that may be suspect. At a break, Mike and I talked about it. It was for large churches, that are about a third of those in CT. We are both part-time--very, in my case--in very small churches.
And, both of us, being ordained for decades, already knew the stuff she was talking about.
So, I sneaked out.
I'll try again tomorrow, if I can.
The thing that amazed me is that I've been a priest in CT for over 30 years and I could count the number of people out of over 200, that I knew well on two hands.
Amazing how things change when you're not paying attention....
Clergy Conference is tomorrow and Tuesday in Bristol.
I don't like Clergy Conference.
I like most clergy and our bishops.
But I don't like to be around them for 2 days!
I have to watch what I say and not say it to the wrong person.
Alas, but it is coming!
I tried to think of some way to get out of it but have failed.
So, I guess I'll go and try to sneak out early....
They're here and it means cleaning day in the Bradley home.
Let me rephrase that: it means cleaning day for Bern, I just try to stay out of the way!
Friday is downstairs. Wood floors are waxed and rugs are hit with the vaccum cleaner. Everything is spotless when she finishes. She even washes the appliances.
Tomorrow is upstairs. Change the bed and same thing--spotless when she stops. She neatens up my desk, which is good since I'm not neat.
I'm writing this in case anyone thought yesterday's post--that she is in charge of Brigit--was a complaint.
I love being taken care of.
Here's all I do: I handle the garbage and recycle stuff. I go to the store and cook dinner every other day. I take bottles back to the store. I wash my own clothes--and only 'mine'! And I keep my car full of gas.
That's the extent of my duties.
And I like it that way.
I married the right woman.
