Photo: Is this not the best thing ever? I was at Gather Here for some fabric for my applique piece yesterday and there was this kiosk full of great little cross-stitch kits like this. There is one for Elizabeth Warren and a couple others. I picked up the last Barack Obama one and brought it home. I can’t decide if I’m going to stitch him for myself or give him to someone I love. We’ll see. 🙂 I don’t know who came up with this, but they are a genius.
So, I didn’t even get up a fail post on Monday. What had happened was… well, Rector Search had happened. On Sunday, we did our “winnowing” meeting, going down from 24 applied candidates to 9. I was at church from 8am until 7pm on Sunday, slept a bit, then woke up and went right back to church on Monday morning to call the folk we are advancing to the next round. It was a day getting interviews scheduled and prepping for our first interview, which is tonight. I was completely tapped of any cognitive energy by the end of the day.
I suppose this is a good time to say that the next few weeks are going to be funky when it comes to blogging. There are a bunch of interviews on Mondays and Wednesdays, which means that if I don’t get posts done early (like today) then they ain’t gonna get done. Sooo… thanks in advance for your patience with me as I get through this next big hump in our search.
At least I can write that it’s the first day of Spring, right? That’s a good thing. Of course, here in New England, “Spring” in March is bullshit and propaganda. It was 22 degrees here yesterday morning. This morning, it was 23. The radiators are whistling right now as I type. We’ve got another month of true-cold nights ahead of us. Given how broke we are, I want nothing more than to turn off the heat and save the half-tank of oil we’ve got. However, 20s is too cold for that. Hopefully it’ll get better in a week or two.
I hadn’t realized until last week, but I’ve taken on one of the stranger habits of the locals: I haven’t put my winter coat on since the first week of the month. Heavy sweaters, yes, but my heavy coat? No. The cute little weather guy said “it’s meteorological Spring” and something in my brain clicked over to “I don’t have to wear that coat anymore.” Coat is closeted. I’ve been wearing sweaters and stuff, sure, but I’m just not putting on that coat. This is a stupid thing to do, of course. As I said, it was 22 degrees this morning.
I tell myself “it’s a short walk from the house to the car, the car to wherever I’m going. I can handle it.” It’s not untrue, but it’s just…unusual for me. Like all of a sudden I’ve decide what’s cold and what’s “actually” cold, like a damn Northerner. What’s wrong with me?
The new season means new opportunities, and Lord would it be nice to have a change of energy. Winter 2019 has been all about set-backs and challenges. The Husband and I have tired spirits, both going to bed with butterflies in our stomachs as we think about all the implications. Hard choices are on the immediate horizon, but I’m hoping a bright sun comes soon after that. All will be well and all will be well, I keep reminding myself. May the energy of new life emerging from the cold (but warming!) ground mean a new energy for all of us.
It is my intent to be here for Quiet Thoughts on Friday. There won’t be any interviews, but there is a lot of work to get done between now and then. If I’ve got a brain and words to write, I’ll write them. Sorry for the messy posting schedule.
Happy Spring, Dear Reader. It’s not Friday, but I have wishes anyway: I wish you a hopeful feeling today, and warm sunshine on your skin. I wish you new opportunities on the way, and a heart and mind ready to receive what is to come. Extend a bit of that energy today. The more you send out, the more that will be returned to you in turn.
I’ll see you Friday for Quiet Thoughts.