Am I safe in assuming that because I’ve been too busy to write, you (in turn) have been too busy to read? It’s an unspoken agreement we’ve reached, I think, and yet…not a very satisfying one.
Goodness, though, have I been busy.
Let’s talk yesterday. Hey, yesterday! Remember me? I’m the gal that you ran ragged. Yes, that one. You know. The one with the gut.
First, I gave a talk at 9:00 to a local moms’ group—a talk on living out the liturgical year—and that was lovely and very fun. I’ll be giving it two more times this fall so if you’d like to come and heckle, etc., shoot me an email and I’ll let you know where.
At 4:00 p.m. we had our first choir class—all three girls at the St. Paul Cathedral—and I can tell you right now that I am going to LOVE having an excuse to drive up there once a week. As part of the class, the kids sing for the 5:15 Mass—up in the choir loft, in Latin, while I swoon.
(Though the swooning could be from hauling all my weight around.)
|You see, perhaps, why I complain about getting a good group photo.|
At 7:30 we had our church directory photo. It turned out okay but I’M GLAD IT’S DONE because frankly, I find getting—and keeping—this family of eight coiffed, coordinated and presentable to be very stressful. It has to do with physics and entropy and disorder and chaos. Man was not made to stay well-groomed; at least, not my men nor my little girls, either.
So that was yesterday.
Today was better.
The end. I miss you. I hope you’re well.