Not at all a goood thing. I must stop! I went online yesterday to order cat food and ended up ordering the naughty stuff.
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I tried calling my brother Don to wish him Happy Thanksgiving yesterday. He didn't answer. I think he may have been more than a bit mifted that Sydney and Jimmy took Benjiman to his nanna's for Thanksgiving instead of staying next door and preparing his favorite feast of turkey, rudabega, and bread stuffing with jellied cranbery suace, pumpkin pie, and whatever. I may have hurt his feelings by refusing to bring him to the chinese buffet in Lake Jackson. I told him that I wasn't about to face holiday crowds for a national holiday. The truth be known I don't celebrate holidays that are holidays because of government fiat, especially when the citizens of that same nation vote to have the government headed by a convicted rapist, liar, and grifter. Voters let the air out of that balloon on November fifth 2024.
Although I'm not a Roman Catholic I do read the National Catholic Reporter on occasion. Most recently I read an article I find in agereement with my opinion of President-elect Trump trump-hires-down-way-down Quoting "Of course President-elect Donald Trump nominated now-former Rep. Matt Gaetz to be the nation's attorney general. Jeffrey Epstein isn't available. It isn't easy trying to make sense of Trump's selections for the Cabinet and other important positions in his administration. But a kind of logic emerges as soon as you realize two things: Trump is someone who hires down and he thinks of politics as essentially performative. So, why would anyone trust Gaetz with a position of responsibility, let alone nominate him to become the nation's chief law enforcement officer? If you are the first convicted felon to be elected president, as Trump is, it makes sense to hire a man who was investigated for having sex with underage girls. People are less likely to think the president is a scumbag if he is morally superior to the person standing next to him."
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From Email this morning, Dallas church garden’s abundance makes a big impact on its food-insecure community&bvsp;Quoting the article, a snippet, "[Episcopal News Service] Since 2003, Our Saviour Community Garden, located on the grounds of the Church of Our Saviour in Dallas, Texas, has been providing fresh fruits and vegetables to help feed people in need. Becky Smith has overseen the 1-acre garden since its founding. In those 21 years, she and dozens of volunteers have cultivated more than 60 tons of food – 120,000 pounds – all grown organically and donated to the Pleasant Grove Food Pantry. The pantry serves an area of southeast Dallas where 25% of children are at risk for hunger. “It’s using space for what’s going to work best to feed people,” Smith told Episcopal News Service. Food from the garden makes a big difference to clients of the food pantry, Martha Doleshal, its executive director, told ENS. Up to a third of the pantry’s fruits and vegetables come from Our Saviour, she said. “The vegetables are very popular,” Doleshal said. Leafy greens like turnip and collard greens are a special favorite of their older clients. “They enjoy the fruits and vegetables they grew up with … and they know how to cook them.”".
I'm supposed to take my brother to the chinese buffet in Lake Jackson for lunch. I'll call later to suggest we go next week when we both have more money. Social Security checks don't get deposited until tomorrow. I've plenty of money in m checking account, but I'm pretty sure he's stretched resource wise.
I swear he was asleep on my bed at the other end of the house until he heard the office chair squeak when I sat down.
Veterans meet this evening at the parish hall. I was asked by one of the women who prepare take out meals for the group if I expected anyone would be there this evening. I told her that there would probably be five.For those so inclined; The Daily Office Evening Prayer
At 07155hrs. At Curch, the coffee for early arrivals is "dripping".
I'm waiting on Fr Travis and Dr. Carpenter (MD retired). I always enjoy their company before everyone starts arriving. I took two Immodium AD as a prophilactic this morning to avoid a repeat of last weeks disaster. I'll be going to give William a ride to the 1030hrs Mass which means I'll be here all morning and a bit of this afternoon. I must remember to put the trash to the curb when I get home. I put it off all last week and it's become pretty heavy to push to the curb.For those so inclined: The Daily Office Evening Prayer
I highly recommend using the informerd delivery feature offered by the post office for this reason
I just checked to discover that my box in the cluster box down the street contains only snail mail spam and charity porn. It's nice to be able to check what's in there before braving inclement wearther, sidewalk obstructions and unlevel walking surfaces. (I have dense left hemiplegia whic makes walking on uneven surfaces difficult) I've tripped or stumbled to the ground to the tune of over $750 in lift fees in the past eighteen months. At home I usually fall onto soft furniture surfaces which gives me a opportunity to catch my breath, wait for the pain to subside, and pull myself up by grabbing hold of stable things like a couch. In the street or on a sidewalk I usually end up calling 911 for a lift assist, the cost of which seems to increase wuth every fall.From Email this morning, Los Angeles faith leaders support City Council’s vote to protect immigrants with ‘Sanctuary City’ ordinance
A snippet follows; "[Diocese of Los Angeles] Los Angeles City Council members voted Nov. 19 to adopt a “Sanctuary City” ordinance, which would prevent city resources and personnel from being used to help federal immigration enforcement. At a demonstration and press conference in favor of the ordinance, organized by the local Service Employees International Union (SEIU), Bishop John Harvey Taylor and other faith leaders showed their support for the ordinance from a religious perspective.
Troy Elder, executive director of Interfaith Refugee and Immigration Services, a program of the Los Angeles diocese and an Episcopal Migration Ministries affiliate, and other IRIS team members also attended the event to stand up for the protection of immigrants in Los Angeles. Further representing the faith perspective were the Rev. John Watson, priest-in-charge of St. Athanasius Church, the Rev. Kathey Cooper-Ledesma, a United Methodist pastor, and Bishop Mary Ann Swenson, of the United Methodist Church, and a parishioner from All Saints, Pasadena. The event, and the recent push to quickly get the ordinance up for a vote, follow President-elect Donald Trump’s promises of mass deportations."
- Revving up my snark machine I pretty much think news of this sort would illicit the "That's why the Episcopal church is losing members" response from a majority of the parishoners at the parish to which I belong.The Dail Office Evening Prayer
So, as we can see I'm off to a late start today. It was so chilly in here last night that Mr. Mistofellees decided to use my feet for warmth.
Annnd that's what happpens to one's sugar after consuming a pint of Ben and Jerries before bed. It's not really funny and I should respect my health more than I do.
I was going to treck on down to Denny's in Lake Jackson by myself for breakfast but changed my mind. Ronnie has a doctor appointment and I don't much feel like driving that far to eat by myself.
Catching my eye in Email this morning, The Episcopal News Service is reporting; Virginia priest could be removed from priesthood over ongoing Eucharistic ‘fast’ against racism A snippet follows; "Much of the case against Ramey can be summarized from a 316-page document that collects a series of exhibits submitted to the hearing panel. It includes an eight-page statement in which Ramey responds to the allegations. He dates his path to ordination to September 2003, when he was deployed to Baghdad, Iraq, as a U.S. Marine Corps communications officer. One day, his unit’s chaplain, an Episcopal priest, gave him an impromptu “battlefield promotion” as a lay Eucharistic minister. “The gift and grace of Jesus’ incarnate life, death and resurrection embodied in Holy Eucharist were never more real to me than in that moment,” Ramey wrote. After he returned from deployment, he began the process of discerning a call to ordination and eventually enrolled at Virginia Theological Seminary, which required seminarians to take at least one class at an outside, partner institution. He chose “The History of the Black Church” at Howard University School of Divinity in Washington, D.C. Later, he interned at a historically Black congregation, Church of the Holy Comforter, also in Washington. He was ordained in 2012, and in 2014, he was called as rector at All Saints, also known as Sharon Chapel."
I'm acquainted with another ex marine chaplain, turned Episcopal priest. He's dropped off the face of the earth since his YouTube channel went dark. As a veteran, and Episcopalian, myself, I can identify with the bewilderment concerning the lack of vigorous change in the church compared to the rapid reassessment necessary in a battlefield situation. Frustration can, and often, leads to rebellion against the established doctrines and protocals of the church. There're (IMHO) two ways of addressing one's personal or institutional past (especially where PTSD is a factor and I belive there is a phenomenom such as institutional PTSD). The first, and most practical way for me, is an analytical assessment of the facts as I can recall them. the second,and most destructive for me, is to escape into an emotional reaction becoming my preferred dwelling place as a means of avoiding growth into an unknown, and frightening, existense. The preceding is in relation to the church's "social action" and "community presence"
Speaking in terms of my spirituality, in this world the word sanctuary has a meaning to me that means rescue, safety, a divine space separate from the world that prepares me for returning to "this world." I prefer the mystical experience of high church Eucharistic transformation of my inner conscientious. The compartmentalization of the two worlds in which I live, though not always understood, is probably a comfortable avoidance of challenges in my life. But, at my age I find it most healthful to avoid the drama younger folks seem to believe gives their lives some weird kind of importance. I tend to agree with those who say that the Eucharist should not be held hostage for social change. I beleive that when approached and received "correctly" (I can't think of a different word) one will be an actor in one's sphere of influence whether or not one chooses. Once received, the Holy Spirit will become so present within that sphere change will happen despite what one feels are one's own best intentions.
At 1917hrs - Earlier this week I changed the contents of Mr. Mistofellees litter box, emptied all the wastebaskets and the kitchen trash. Today was trash day and I didn't remember to put the trash bin to the curb until I heard the pick-up truck. As I was just getting out of the shower were I to live in a clothing optional community I could have run out doors and put the bin to the curb as the truck stopped next door. But even then it was too cold to be running around sans clothing anyway. The bin is large enough to contain two weeks of refuse so it can wait until Monday.
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Catching my eye at YouTube About those tariffs
At 1726hrs - Well, I was wrong about Scrabble. I was the high scorer at both games.
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In this morning's Email CNN is reporting that scientists in Siberia have found the mummified remains of a sabre-toothed tiger cub. quoting the linked article, "CNN-A mummified ice age cub from Siberia is the first known mummy of a saber-toothed cat, and its discovery is generating ripples of excitement among paleontologists. The mummy’s exceptional preservation provided the first view of what saber-toothed cats looked like. Written in its soft tissues are clues about where the cat’s muscles were bulkiest and how that may have shaped its hunting style."
In addition to setting the correct time and date on my blood glucose meter I should also go through the list of subscriptions in my mail server and unsubscribe to the sites in which I'm no longer interested.
If the weather is clear this morning I'll take the vehicle to the inspection station and then get it registered for another year. I'm becoming more hesitant of driving in the rain. Speaking of which I may respond to Eloy's offers to give me a ride to the veteran's meeting this evening. Driving in the dark on Sunday mornings when traffic is super light is one thing, driving in the dark of weekday evenings (especially during "rush hour") is quite another.
Fr Travis called yesterday evening to check on my condition. I thanked him for his call and told him that I was recovering from Sunday's "incident". I did not say anything about the location of the unventilated restroom with the door opening directly into the kitchen, which has been a bone of contention with me since the first time I saw it. Slightly off topic-I may sneak a roll of quality toilet paper in there. I'm also thankful that the whole business didn't occur when I was at Walmart buying the mufffins.
I talked with my older brother Don yesterday. I called to let him know our younger brother, Bill, was still in the hospital and would remain there until he has a bowel movement. Don is concerned that with a Republican majority in control of government, " I'll lose my Social Security" There's no talking him down from those fears as long as he stays glued to the podcasts and programs that he listens to on the Internet. I told hin I shared his concerns when it comes to the disability compensation I receive from the Veteran's Administration, but as the processes of government are outside of my sphere of influence I'm staying aware, but not panicked.
I'm somewhat ashamed that I reminded him that had he not talked (in my opinion lied) me into moving to Texas I would be living mortgage free in Georgia. I need to let go of that resentment. I just now scheduled the mortgage payment with an additional one thousand dollars on the principle. I'll wait until next week to schedule the rest of my bills. In this respect the Internet service is the one of the best things that came down the pike. I love the convenience of not having to write and mail checks.
Great news from my younger brother. He's home from the hospital. The veteran's meeting was well attended and productive. I accepted Eloy's offer for a ride. I was, therefore, much less stressed when I arrived home.
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I'm the vestry person of the day today which means I'll be busy until 1300hrs or later. I hope the rain holds off until I get done stopping at Buc-ees to fuel the vehicle and buying some muffins at Walmart. I've checked my Email for a preview of what was delivered to my box at the cluster box, there's nothing in it to motivate me to stop and pick it up.
At 0338hrs- It's been raining, off and on, for the past hour or so. It currently sounds pretty light, but I'll bet dollars to donuts when I step out the door to leave for church it'll be "raining cats and dogs". I normally don't leave the house on rainy days as I've no way of getting to the car without getting soaked. Once I arrive at my destination I usually have no way of getting from my car into the "venue". My left hand hasn't the strength or control to hold an umbrella while my right hand manages keys and door handles. I thought of buying a rain hat and coat, but unlike the region of the country from which I come there are no coat racks, hooks, or check rooms that I know of at any of my usual destinations. The closest apparel I have for minimal protection from the weather is a Holy Cross Monestary hoodie which, again, I'd have to continue to wear at my destination making for a warm, uncomfortable morning.
At 1118hrs.- Well, the morning did not go as planned.
After going to Walmart and buying some muffins I arrive soaking wet as the heavens openned when I was between my vehicle and the entrance to Walmart, and then again after parking at the church and getting into the parish hall. That wasn't the deal breaker. I laid out the muffins on the table, along with a new bottle of pumkin spice coffee creamer. I had finished preparing the coffee for early arrivals and suddenly had that urgent feeling to find a toilet. I almost made it on time. I called Fr Travis as I was loading the washer with my boxer shorts and jeans. After taking a shower and consuming two Imodium AD gell caps things are starting to settle down, but tummy town is still in revolt.
At 1515hrs, It's been quite the day. As my mother used to say, "he's all pooped out, time for bed"
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