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I demand very strict internal consistency of my daydreams. This means that a) they require a lot of mental energy, and b) they tend to be very realistic, at least as daydreams go. So by the time I've polished one up to my personal satisfaction, I've half convinced myself it could happen, forgetting that "realistic" in this case means "not directly in opposition to the laws of physics". So basically I spend a great deal of time setting myself up for crushing disappointment, and then I can't even mope properly because the whole thing is too ridiculous.
In other, unrelated news:
1. Still sick. Blergh. I was losing my voice on Saturday, and then I think I broke it on Alleluias on Sunday morning. Which, you know, was worth it.
2. The bishop is coming to Madison on the last Sunday in May, and I think I'm going to be confirmed. I'm attending classes right now. Our rector, A, has encouraged our class not to make a decision quite yet, and to continue thinking and praying about it through the next month and a half. I fully intend to do that, but a very large part of me is itching to have it over and done with. I feel like Eustace--"It hurts like billy-oh but it is such fun to see it coming away." (Couldn't remember the exact wording of that quote, and google yielded some, erm, interesting results...)
I was confirmed as a Missouri Synod Lutheran at the age of 13. It's a big deal in that synod and a big deal in my family. After the examination, we were presented with white gowns and handmade red stoles with our Confirmation verses stitched on them. Mine was (and is, I think) Romans 8:38-39. I wore a new dress to the service, and I got cards and the bible I still use, and half my extended family was there. I suppose I could ask my parents to come, but all things considered it's probably better not to. My dad and several of my brothers came to the Easter service. Dad didn't make any of his comments afterward, which I think means he didn't find anything objectionable, but it's a long walk up the aisle when you're the only one taking communion.
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Tea now, I think. Lots of tea.
In other, unrelated news:
1. Still sick. Blergh. I was losing my voice on Saturday, and then I think I broke it on Alleluias on Sunday morning. Which, you know, was worth it.
2. The bishop is coming to Madison on the last Sunday in May, and I think I'm going to be confirmed. I'm attending classes right now. Our rector, A, has encouraged our class not to make a decision quite yet, and to continue thinking and praying about it through the next month and a half. I fully intend to do that, but a very large part of me is itching to have it over and done with. I feel like Eustace--"It hurts like billy-oh but it is such fun to see it coming away." (Couldn't remember the exact wording of that quote, and google yielded some, erm, interesting results...)
I was confirmed as a Missouri Synod Lutheran at the age of 13. It's a big deal in that synod and a big deal in my family. After the examination, we were presented with white gowns and handmade red stoles with our Confirmation verses stitched on them. Mine was (and is, I think) Romans 8:38-39. I wore a new dress to the service, and I got cards and the bible I still use, and half my extended family was there. I suppose I could ask my parents to come, but all things considered it's probably better not to. My dad and several of my brothers came to the Easter service. Dad didn't make any of his comments afterward, which I think means he didn't find anything objectionable, but it's a long walk up the aisle when you're the only one taking communion.
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Tea now, I think. Lots of tea.