Thinking thoughts
I seem to have dropped my pattern of weekly posts. I think of all sorts of things I want to talk about and converse with people about while I'm at work, doing something tedious but not engrossing, but when I get home, by the time I fix dinner, scoop the litter box, do laundry and the kitchen. and catch up on LJ and the rest of the Internet, I'm sleepy and it's time for bed. Also, lately there are fewer and fewer posts on LJ, and many of those folks don't comment elsewhere. I don't mean when I friend an author or someone who is a public writer, but it's very annoying when a person initiates friending me and then apparently doesn't read anything I post -- as if they are saying, "We can be friends as long as I am the one making all the decisions about what we talk about." Meh on that. When I friend someone, I saying that I am interested in what they have to say about all sorts of stuff.
This week, my oldest son and his wife were able to come to Atlanta for a couple of nights while he's on block leave before going to Iraq. This is his third tour, and he says he'd really rather see someplace new. He's an officer now, and no longer in the Infantry, so it will be different. We (James, Christie, Stephen, Rick, Isil, and me) got to go out for pizza his first night, they spent the next day with his dad, and then they had lunch with me before he left. A good, if brief visit.
This month, I've spent three nights doing office work at the Tavern, posting and adding volunteer hours in time for the Board meeting and then the Volunteer Appreciation party, which will be Sunday, September 13th, but last night I finally got to see this year's mounting of Reduced Shakespeare. My face hurt I was laughing and smiling so much. It's fluff, but well done fluff.
froofie had delivered home grown tomatoes from whyvette, but I was tired and left them behind, so the ASM got them. Wah!! No harm done, since no one knew if I'd be back in less than a week. I'll only get to be at the first half of the party -- Rick has a big solo in the GSU Orchestra concert that afternoon, so I must be there. He'll go off to grad school and wherever they will hire him soon, so I need to listen as often as I can.
Am still trying to decide about going to DragonCon. Lois McMaster Bujold is a guest and I dearly love her books, but it's expensive and crowded. *frets*
Today was a rare quiet day at Horizon. We're dark a couple of weeks before the next show, Third, opens (tempest_gypsy is stage managing it) so the phone was quiet and they'd forgotten to leave a project to work on. Yay! I caught up on podcasts, had a good chat with staff who were in for a bit, and generally soaked up the calm.
Many of you are pagan or atheists, but this is my blog, and it's an essential part of who I am. Tomorrow, I'm going to visit my old church. I live too far away now to be a member and participate, but I miss them. There is a lot of stereotyping about Christians, and suburban churches, and Episcopalians, but this church was one of the most welcoming place I've ever been. Not gushy or full of signing you up, but accepting of people in all their differences and I loved the place. The congregation was about a quarter to a third black; we didn't say African-American because many were from Africa, and others from the Caribbean. It happened naturally and in a matter of fact manner -- we were all Episcopalian, and all lived in the area served by that parish. We had many income levels, and I never felt less of a member because my kids qualified for reduced or free lunches. No one ever snubbed a mother whose kids had atrocious hair cuts or wore inappropriate clothes to church -- they were just glad the kids were there. Same thing when one member was sent to jail for embezzlement (I think), or another family whose son was busted for theft, in both cases the rest of the family were still essential parts of the community. I haven't found that in the intown churches near me. They're all too pale, even though I'm sure they'd welcome people of color. It's just that there are very few. Also, the church I've been attending is much more homogenous in income, even though very diverse in sexual orientation. I feel like the one who makes it diverse, and a small income is something that is often treated as a bad moral choice. Anyhow, I'm looking forward to tomorrow.
This week, my oldest son and his wife were able to come to Atlanta for a couple of nights while he's on block leave before going to Iraq. This is his third tour, and he says he'd really rather see someplace new. He's an officer now, and no longer in the Infantry, so it will be different. We (James, Christie, Stephen, Rick, Isil, and me) got to go out for pizza his first night, they spent the next day with his dad, and then they had lunch with me before he left. A good, if brief visit.
This month, I've spent three nights doing office work at the Tavern, posting and adding volunteer hours in time for the Board meeting and then the Volunteer Appreciation party, which will be Sunday, September 13th, but last night I finally got to see this year's mounting of Reduced Shakespeare. My face hurt I was laughing and smiling so much. It's fluff, but well done fluff.
froofie had delivered home grown tomatoes from whyvette, but I was tired and left them behind, so the ASM got them. Wah!! No harm done, since no one knew if I'd be back in less than a week. I'll only get to be at the first half of the party -- Rick has a big solo in the GSU Orchestra concert that afternoon, so I must be there. He'll go off to grad school and wherever they will hire him soon, so I need to listen as often as I can.Am still trying to decide about going to DragonCon. Lois McMaster Bujold is a guest and I dearly love her books, but it's expensive and crowded. *frets*
Today was a rare quiet day at Horizon. We're dark a couple of weeks before the next show, Third, opens (
tempest_gypsy is stage managing it) so the phone was quiet and they'd forgotten to leave a project to work on. Yay! I caught up on podcasts, had a good chat with staff who were in for a bit, and generally soaked up the calm. Many of you are pagan or atheists, but this is my blog, and it's an essential part of who I am. Tomorrow, I'm going to visit my old church. I live too far away now to be a member and participate, but I miss them. There is a lot of stereotyping about Christians, and suburban churches, and Episcopalians, but this church was one of the most welcoming place I've ever been. Not gushy or full of signing you up, but accepting of people in all their differences and I loved the place. The congregation was about a quarter to a third black; we didn't say African-American because many were from Africa, and others from the Caribbean. It happened naturally and in a matter of fact manner -- we were all Episcopalian, and all lived in the area served by that parish. We had many income levels, and I never felt less of a member because my kids qualified for reduced or free lunches. No one ever snubbed a mother whose kids had atrocious hair cuts or wore inappropriate clothes to church -- they were just glad the kids were there. Same thing when one member was sent to jail for embezzlement (I think), or another family whose son was busted for theft, in both cases the rest of the family were still essential parts of the community. I haven't found that in the intown churches near me. They're all too pale, even though I'm sure they'd welcome people of color. It's just that there are very few. Also, the church I've been attending is much more homogenous in income, even though very diverse in sexual orientation. I feel like the one who makes it diverse, and a small income is something that is often treated as a bad moral choice. Anyhow, I'm looking forward to tomorrow.
