Saturday, June 13, 2009


The rain has passed, but left the air very muggy. It's refreshing to see blue sky again. I haven't checked the forecast for tomorrow - my WiFi is down and I'm simply too lazy to go inside to the main computer.

Grackles are feeding in one corner, where the new ash saplings are growing. An Eastern Towhee sings somewhere at the side of the house. There is a small, yappy dog in the garden of the house behind, getting terribly noisy and excited about four labradors walking within mere feet, although the other side of a fence. Yet they treat him with disinterest, even distain.

I can still hear highway traffic, weekenders arriving, thankfully moving at last. When I drove home at 4.30 it was backed up for more than a mile from the Wainscott traffic lights. All those people, rushed and impatient to slow down and relax. It won't work! And the airport is busy this evening... and my next door neighbor is playing Rod Stewart ... and the sirens. Ah, the sad sirens.

The first sermon is written, and I will leave thinking about the funeral homily until tomorrow. Time to mull over those things that are at the front of my mind: An elderly friend whose health is worrying; a mound of pastoral detail; a bride's mother; a very tense and painful birthday gathering this evening; the complexities of next week's calendar, and the sheer joy of baptizing a baby girl this Sunday morning. Not to mention the amazing privilege of simply being here. For such is my wonderful lot, and I wouldn't change it for anything. Not even for all the tea in China!

1 comment:

Saintly Ramblings said...

"they treat him with disinterest, even distain."

I think you mean "disdain", unless your dogs are staining the yapping one with some unmentionable personal liquid .....