Archive for August, 2008

Stepford Veep

Saturday, August 30th, 2008

Is it just me, or is Sarah Palin seriously creepy? Did you see her Vogue cover? I can’t imagine her appealing to many Hillary voters. She’s a completely different type of woman. I can see how McCain’s guys might not have understood that, but it seems transparently obvious to me. We shall see…

We’ve had a nice couple of days. Thursday was like unofficial Present Day for me. Jil sent me a stunningly beautiful warmy thingy, the kind you microwave, and a matching hair clip. It will make a stunning ensemble, come cold weather. And my mamma sent me another stunning ensemble: red-and-brown rose-patterned rain boots and a matching umbrella, from Boden. Yay! Presents!

Then, Thursday evening, we went to the fair. Apparently, in New Hampshire, there are several regional state fairs, instead of one central one, as there was in North Carolina. We had a terrific time. Zag rode on several kiddie rides – wearing expressions of intense concentration. We wandered around and looked at exhibits, tasted maple sugar cotton candy, climbed on backhoes, and admired ducks, rabbits, sheep, llamas, and cows. We went to the petting zoo, which as usual was dominated by goats, and we stumbled upon a very endearing clown-and-trained-dog show, which held Zag transfixed. We discovered the existence of rhubarb soda, and ate fry bread. We checked out the giant pumpkins, and Zag showed great interest in the exhibit of animals made out of vegetables and toothpicks. It was a nigh-perfect fair experience. Zag loved it – in fact, he woke up at 1:45am that night and had hysterics for fifteen minutes, because he wanted to go back to the fair RIGHT NOW.

This morning, Zag and I went yard-saling together – there were a lot of sales nearby this weekend. Our most exciting scores were a set of fireplace tools, which we need (or will need, in a month or so…), and a Roomba, allegedly working, for $20. I’ve been wanting to try a Roomba for ages – I’m eager to see if it can keep up with our rates of dog-hair production. After coming home and unloading our treasures, we went to a party across the street, held by members of my parish, for people with small children who live on our road. We were there for three hours, and Zag had some great playtime with two boys about his age who both live more or less across the street, as well as with some of the older kids who live nearby. Yay! Meeting people! Yay! Play buddies!

Tomorrow we go up to my godparents’ on the coast, to enjoy the ocean a little for a couple of days.

Miles and miles

Wednesday, August 27th, 2008

Zag doesn’t do initial S’s. Lately he’s been encouraging us to smile at each other more. “Do a mile,” he’ll tell me.”We are miling at each other.”

We spent two nights and parts of three days up at Lake Winnepesaukee, with friends who have a summer home up there. They were incredible hosts – they were great with Zag, and they took us for multiple boat rides. The weather was perfect, the lake was gorgeous. Prize came too and loved it. We came home tired from the trip, but truly refreshed. This weekend we’re going to the coast for a day or so. A little spurt of vacationing, before the autumn really gets into gear.

(Yes, autumn. Trees are starting to change. Leaves are falling already. I lived in North Carolina for a long time, where August is hot and heavy, and this is blowing my mind.)

If you’re ever in Center Harbor, NH, the Red Hill Dari stand is the real thing. Fresh fish freshly fried, boatloads of french fries and onion rings, and soft-serve ice cream. Good stuff.

I’m half-listening to Joe Biden on NPR. I catch little phrases here and there. He sounds pretty good.

Progress

Monday, August 18th, 2008

We’ve been working along on the house – painting, arranging, purchasing – and parts of it look pretty good these days.

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I’m happy.

Monday, August 18th, 2008

It pops into my head at the oddest times – walking home from work, ducking into the church kitchen to get a cup of water, driving to a pastoral call, sweeping the floor. I’m happy. (more…)

Me? Really!?

Thursday, August 7th, 2008

I’m preaching this Sunday. It’s a very simple sermon. The theme is that God can call, and make use of, imperfect people. Then I basically tell the story of Joseph (the Genesis one, not Jesus’ daddy) and of Peter, highlighting the ways that they were not so perfect. Conclusion: If God could make use of these guys, maybe he can make use of us, too. This afternoon I experienced this principal in action. I can’t preach it, so I thought I’d blog it.  (more…)

My second real weekend

Monday, August 4th, 2008

Have I really been working for two weeks already? I guess I have. Crazy. Seems like I’m only working about a 35-hour week these days – I keep telling myself that there will doubtless be 45- and 50-hour weeks down the road, and the average will probably kick up to 40-ish once the full Sunday schedule kicks in in September. (more…)

Puttering about

Saturday, August 2nd, 2008

We’re doing well. Zag seems to have adjusted very quickly (almost – *sniff*- too quickly) to having Tilt as primary all-day parent. (I remember a couple of days after I started working, he woke up in the morning and called out, “Mamma?…. or Daddy?” He does sometimes still call for me in particular… ) Tilt seems to be enjoying the shift as well, which is a lucky thing. Meanwhile, I like my work, and my energy level seems to have caught up – at the end of the day I’m just end-of-the-day tired, instead of fall-over dead-beat tired like I was for the first few evenings.

Yesterday I got to visit a couple of far-flung parishioners, way south of where we live. I got a little lost a couple of times, but enjoyed the drive – wooded hills, occasional views of mountains in the distance, farm stands and intersting random businesses along the roads. In one town I found a large thrift shop, run by the local Methodist church in their old church building. The stock wasn’t terrific, but I did get a pretty cool 1920s clock (working) for $4. I also stopped off at a bakery-cafe that claims to sell the best whoopie pies in the Northeast. I’m no connoisseur – I think I’ve only had a whoopie pie on one previous occasion – but the one I got at this place was far and away better than my previous whoopie pie experience. I’ll stop for another, next time I’m in the neighborhood.

I get reimbursed for my mileage, so the driving is no skin off my nose personally. But how can I reduce my carbon footprint when my job integrally involves showing up to let people know that their church cares for them, which will often mean driving three or four hundred miles a month? Sure, in the long run, we’ll get a hybrid, but that won’t be an option anytime soon. Our aged Geo Prizm gets around 30 mpg on average, which isn’t bad, but…. Hmm. Thoughts?