Some time in the last week or two I was listening to Minnesota Public Radio, and a story about “legacy letters” came on.
I got myself into a bit of a pickle the other day, and the reason for it (as is the case with most of my pickles [I tend to generate a lot]) started innocuously.
So on the upside, I learned several things, thanks to not one but both dogs being sprayed by a skunk yesterday morning at 4:00 a.m.
The last few weeks have been on the whirlwindy side: A long van trip up to and back down from Alberta, Canada for several presentations there, and all of two days here at home before we schlepped on another long van trip down to and back up from Houston, Texas, where I presented to a gathering there too.
I have a dear friend, up here in Two Harbors.
I was already late and well on my way to my late husband’s memorial service before I realized that the urn with his ashes still sat on the kitchen table.
For what may or may not be the umpteenth time, E and I were belting out Hamilton on our way to her confirmation class this morning.
“Then Herod secretly called for the wise men and learned from them the exact time when the star had appeared. Then he sent them to Bethlehem, saying, “Go and search diligently for the child; and when you have found him, bring me word so that I may also go and pay him homage.”
So, tells Matthew in 2:7-8, said King Herod to the wise men after learning from them that the king of the Jews had been born.
This morning, I found myself trolling some earlier blogs I wrote about Advent and Christmas, trying to remember what thoughts I have had about them in the past (I have lots of thoughts, but can hold on to only one or two at a time).
Below are photos from my home office (I’ve discovered that you can see them a bit more clearly if you click on them.)
It’s been a rough couple of weeks, to be sure, in the news here and abroad.
Ten years ago yesterday, all was mostly well in my world.
So tomorrow, on Ash Wednesday, many–not all, but many–people in the Christian Church mark the beginning of Lent.
Appropriately, I think, I tend to keep personal updates off of my OMG Facebook page.
“We pray for the Holy Spirit to come, and then, when she does, we want her to go home!”
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