Mercy, how I do run on! This is Post #100, already! I feel like Martha Mitchell...
Yesterday was a good full day: excellent breakfast with a parishioner at her apartment. We manage this four or five times a year--we talk about IDEAS, and wave our arms a certain amount. She is a professor of psychology--our discussions often orbit around her experiences in teaching a course on "self-deception" to undergraduate students! And our own complementary experiences and understandings of what it is, and what it was "aforetime" to be a human person.
Then in the office I cleared a lot of email, later in the morning, and put some processes in motion as follow-up to the Vestry meeting on Monday evening. Then went and made a rather overdue hospital visit...admired my parishioner's "Christmas tree" of IV solutions, including the bright blue chemo. She told me ruefully that her son-in-law was quite disappointed that it didn't turn HER blue...on the analogy of the white-carnation-in-ink experiments that we used to do in grade-school to see plant-circulation. Then a bite of supper near the hospital, because it was shift-change time and no point in even trying to escape the parking garage until the rush cleared away, anyway. So that was peaceful.
Back to the church and preparation for our Lenten book study. It went well; two hours of lively discussion and further arm-waving. The topic, nominally was "Barabbas" -- we went far afield, largely on Sam Wells's discussion of the role of the purity regulations in shaping Jewish response to the Roman occupation...modern analogies... and the thesis that there are NO good guys, but one, in the story of Jesus' passion and death.
Next week, Joseph of Arimathea.
Home eventually, quite late, with a brief stop at the supermarket...son watching Liverpool play Inter Milan...TWO issues of the Times Literary Supplement in the mail. Got most of one of them read between last night and this morning, including Christopher Insole's long review on Charles Taylor's magnum opus A Secular Age.
Cleared the accrued e-mails again this morning; and now for some quiet concentrated reading time in my office rocking-chair.
Not very warm this morning but bright, bright sunshine. It's comforting.