Yesterday was a feast day although you probably would not have known it from any outward signs. We received Communion at the High Altar instead of the moveable table. I heard one clueless couple in back of me while inching up the center aisle together, ask why "they changed things", but my lizard brain decided to condemn them to total ignorance ( Read more... )

I have to get out of Frontpage's head. Or, rather get him out of mine. It is even darker than I had ever imagined there. He is in pain and the pain has been covered over by medication. It is like waiting for a subway train at midnight with a blanket, a sheet and a down comforter over my head. I can hear the train getting closer and closer, but, ( Read more... )

Praying for Frontpage has paid off, though probably not in the way Frontpage would have preferred. He still feels intense pain in his joints, but, his relationship to the pain has taken a decided turn for the better. He is more philosophical about it, more accepting. And, he is more inclined to listen to his doctors advice. His medical doctors, ( Read more... )

Apparently, this is a big deal in the church calendar. I know because The Rector took the pulpit in order to deliver the homily, something she hasn't done in a long time. I know the Gospel had something to do with sheep. Sunday was also the last of our parish barbecues, so there were a lot of references to sharing stuff: of food, our lives. Just ( Read more... )

Just as I was beginning to think The Lord had my back, His will slackened up a bit and permitted Frontpage to slip into the ten o'clock service just before the homily was to begin, walking right down the center aisle, past where I was sitting. The scaffolding which had left him little choice the week before but to find a place near the center of ( Read more... )

This month's men's breakfast, which occurs most first Friday's of the month may, quite possibly, go down as my crowning achievement within the inchoate male movement that sustains and keeps St. Michael's chugging along, part floating crap game and part Pullman car on the Orient Express. Bing had already been traipsing between the Gray lounge and ( Read more... )

Breakfast on Tuesday went well. She had a muffin and cup of coffee while I had a Greek omelet complete with home fries. It took some doing to finish eating at approximately the same time (I took bigger and bigger bites as the meal went on while she pinched ever smaller pieces off her muffin.) We covered a lot of territory. Much to my relief, there ( Read more... )

Kitchen was a success today, but, not necessarily because of Operation: Vivien Leigh. In fact, it got off to a rocky start when it became obvious at half past nine this morning that Huggy Bear would not be leading the Morning service. Herb was. Things went briskly enough once the service started - there were no hymns or homily - not even a Peace. ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning at 5:30, in part to have a phone session with a guy from the workshop. The topic was "secrets", the ones we never talk about. We had been partners for one such session at the workshop and hit it off so well that we made a date for 5:30 this morning. Since sex formed the basis of both our secret lives, it seemed appropriate to ( Read more... )

Getting used to having Crosby in my head. It's a little like getting behind the wheel of a Ferrari after years, perhaps decades, of tooling around in the family beater. Last night, I felt like I was in constant danger of crashing into something. And, on our walk back to the subway, I couldn't help but notice that I did most of the talking. In fact ( Read more... )