It’s 39 miles door to door, and I listened to Christian
music on the radio the whole way. This
is a new thing for me because I can’t stand to listen to the Christian radio
hosts talking. Can’t. Stand. It. Just
play the music and keep quiet, please.
And I don’t indiscriminately love all the new contemporary Christian
music. But lately I have found that
getting gospel music on my brain’s playlist is good for my soul. I meditate on it all day in a back door kind
of way, and that replaces some of the little nagging worries that ordinarily
make up my playlist. It even sort of
reminds me to pray. I don’t understand
by what mechanism all that works, but it does, so I’ll keep at it for now.
The service was lovely.
Much of the worship music was new to me, but the worship leader sang in
such a way that it was easy to follow; rather than performing worship songs, he
actually led the worship. You now how sometimes worshipping in a new setting
is difficult just because it’s new and a little (or a lot) different than what
you’re used to? Today was different but
not difficult. There was a small,
post-Easter congregation today, but the sermon went well and was
well-received. I had meaningful
conversations with several people both before and after. I love TriWorship’s intentional vision for a
multiethnic community of faith.
I met Darrel for lunch, and then he had a long errand to run, so I came home and entered my usual post-sermon coma, but it lasted barely an
hour today in spite of staying up late last night to watch Peter Dinklage
guest-host Saturday Night Live. We’re
fans of Dinklage.
Speaking of SNL, I guess we are officially old and out of
touch. SNL had a funny moment or two,
but nothing laugh-out-loud. Much of the
show was plain old boring. I expect it
to be offensive at times, but even the offense was boring. Un-funny.
Tepid. I wish I had just gone to
bed on time.
I decided to start a project. That required me to do a bit of straightening
up of my craft area, which led to a flurry of general straightening things up
and organizing, throwing away old ads, finding unpaid bills (oops!), texting
someone for an address so I could send a thank you note, emptying bags (Have I
told you about my bag obsession?), filing things, and the like. As distracting as all that was, it needed
doing and I felt a little lighter afterwards.
I came across an unfinished project—making gift tags out of recycled
Christmas cards—and decided to work on that.
I realize that Christmas is several months away yet, but I have to work
on things way in advance or projects that should be relaxing become stressful
instead. I am preparing now to enjoy
Christmas later.
Multitasking came next:
working on the tags, talking to my daughter on the phone, answering some
emails, setting up a breakfast date for tomorrow, helping Darrel post his car
for sale on Facebook, making dinner, fielding inquiries on the car, eating
dinner, playing Qwirkle, finishing the tags, showing the car, texting and
chatting with several different people, watching Steve Harvey’s new show,
selling the car, inviting the buyers in for a soda, looking for the car title .
. . well, you know how it goes.
Speaking of Steve Harvey’s new show Little Big Shots, based on the previews I had no interest in seeing
it. But Darrel turned it on while we
were eating and playing Qwirkle. We had
a conversation that went something like this:
Debbie: Okay, I was
wrong; this show is pretty cute.
Darrel: Yeah, it’s
lot like that old Art Linkletter show.
(Silence as we eat, play a couple of turns, and watch a little more of the
show.
Debbie: You know,
it’s a lot like that old Art Linkletter show.
Darrel: I just said
that.
Debbie: I’m a
terrible wife.
I’m trying to practice being more present. Apparently I still need more practice!
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