Choices and decisions

Today (Friday) was a strange day. I should have done certain things, but I decided to defer doing them. Even though I woke up at 6:30 in order to do the laundry, I decided to take one med and then crawl back to bed, resetting the alarm. When the alarm went off around 10, I chose to ignore it, took two other meds and got under the covers yet again. I reset the alarm for 12:40. I believe I woke up around 12:30 and M called a few minutes later, detailing the schedule for the rest of the day. And then remembered to take carrots up for the ponies.

Well, I surveyed the debris of the morning and knew it was much too late to try to get the laundry done. Le sigh. I washed my hair before watching Dr. Phil and got dressed during. My ride was supposed to pick me up at 5, but it didn't get me until 5:15. Even so, I still arrived at the church at 5:50. I struggled up the stairs (I loathe stairs and, yes, it is personal!). I sat in the front pew and a woman whom I mistook for someone else (how embarrassing) came and asked if she could sit next to me. So I met someone new. In fact, because of my eyesight (I know: what eyesight), I didn't realize she was in my Judaism class. Le groan.

Anyway, it was a lovely service of a Reconstructionist group. But I don't think I'll be back, not for anything specifically negative, but it's strange to feel disconnected, not belonging. You certainly can't say that about me and MCCT. [Well, after 17 years, I've bonded better than Crazy Glue.] Anyway, as Brent spoke tonight, their Rabbi will be speaking at our regular service on Sunday - and then there's that fascinating workshop on Gender and Sexuality. I've already had a hint of what to expect and it's bound to be wildly fascinating.

One of my trusted friends gave me a ride home and now I'm just waiting for M to get back from riding to call me, checking in. Le sigh. I'm still waiting. In the meantime, I'll wish you all a good night (or morning or afternoon).

Oh, and the theological question for the evening is: How is the timing of the Sabbath determined in the Arctic and Antarctic? What happens when there isn't a real sundown? ::scratches head, puzzled::

Semi-sleepy hugs,
H.

Choices and decisions

Today (Friday) was a strange day. I should have done certain things, but I decided to defer doing them. Even though I woke up at 6:30 in order to do the laundry, I decided to take one med and then crawl back to bed, resetting the alarm. When the alarm went off around 10, I chose to ignore it, took two other meds and got under the covers yet again. I reset the alarm for 12:40. I believe I woke up around 12:30 and M called a few minutes later, detailing the schedule for the rest of the day. And then remembered to take carrots up for the ponies.

Well, I surveyed the debris of the morning and knew it was much too late to try to get the laundry done. Le sigh. I washed my hair before watching Dr. Phil and got dressed during. My ride was supposed to pick me up at 5, but it didn't get me until 5:15. Even so, I still arrived at the church at 5:50. I struggled up the stairs (I loathe stairs and, yes, it is personal!). I sat in the front pew and a woman whom I mistook for someone else (how embarrassing) came and asked if she could sit next to me. So I met someone new. In fact, because of my eyesight (I know: what eyesight), I didn't realize she was in my Judaism class. Le groan.

Anyway, it was a lovely service of a Reconstructionist group. But I don't think I'll be back, not for anything specifically negative, but it's strange to feel disconnected, not belonging. You certainly can't say that about me and MCCT. [Well, after 17 years, I've bonded better than Crazy Glue.] Anyway, as Brent spoke tonight, their Rabbi will be speaking at our regular service on Sunday - and then there's that fascinating workshop on Gender and Sexuality. I've already had a hint of what to expect and it's bound to be wildly fascinating.

One of my trusted friends gave me a ride home and now I'm just waiting for M to get back from riding to call me, checking in. Le sigh. I'm still waiting. In the meantime, I'll wish you all a good night (or morning or afternoon).

Oh, and the theological question for the evening is: How is the timing of the Sabbath determined in the Arctic and Antarctic? What happens when there isn't a real sundown? ::scratches head, puzzled::

Semi-sleepy hugs,
H.