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This part of the month is "Pennsic Without Pennsic." The War is happening, but I'm not there. My feature article is finished, and all I am doing now is waiting for the check to hit my bank account, which will probably be on the 12th (i.e., just when Pennsic-goers start packing up to go home). The boy toy and I have painfully little money till then, so still no A/C.
Today I'm feeling a little blue because another member of the church Board of Trustees quit the Board before her term is up. She says she feels bad about comments she made at a special Board meeting on Thursday night and was "out of covenant" with our group. I try to stick to the covenant myself, obviously, but I didn't think her comments were *that* bad as long as she stopped making them when she realized what she said. I left her a phone message to that effect. Now we have to find *another* person to fill a vacant term on the Board (we just did that after someone else quit). I'm starting to feel as if our "bench" is really thin. What does a congregation do when there's no one left to lead?
Another thing that gives me a funny feeling: A late-night internet search led me to the discovery that my oldest first cousin, George, died earlier this year (May, I think). He was 83. (Yes, he was nearly 21 when I was born, but his father was one of my mother's older brothers.) I have not been in touch with him since 1997, the year Mom died. George tried to convince me to keep Uncle Rene's house in the family, but I just didn't have the money to fix it up to be inhabitable. I think George was secretly pissed off that HE didn't inherit the house. Sorry, George, that's not how Uncle Rene wrote his will.
Sometimes it feels weird, even skeevy, that when I was a child, "family" was mostly my mother's side of the family. But now I am completely out of touch with all of my mother's nieces and nephews and the family members that I do correspond with are on my father's side. It's not my fault that my mother's niece Janet never lists her phone number. And I looked up her cousin Donna on Facebook and, from the tenor of her posts, she's a true Trump lover. Sorry, if she thinks that people who believe as I do are the scum of the Earth, I'm not going to send her a friend request.
Today I'm feeling a little blue because another member of the church Board of Trustees quit the Board before her term is up. She says she feels bad about comments she made at a special Board meeting on Thursday night and was "out of covenant" with our group. I try to stick to the covenant myself, obviously, but I didn't think her comments were *that* bad as long as she stopped making them when she realized what she said. I left her a phone message to that effect. Now we have to find *another* person to fill a vacant term on the Board (we just did that after someone else quit). I'm starting to feel as if our "bench" is really thin. What does a congregation do when there's no one left to lead?
Another thing that gives me a funny feeling: A late-night internet search led me to the discovery that my oldest first cousin, George, died earlier this year (May, I think). He was 83. (Yes, he was nearly 21 when I was born, but his father was one of my mother's older brothers.) I have not been in touch with him since 1997, the year Mom died. George tried to convince me to keep Uncle Rene's house in the family, but I just didn't have the money to fix it up to be inhabitable. I think George was secretly pissed off that HE didn't inherit the house. Sorry, George, that's not how Uncle Rene wrote his will.
Sometimes it feels weird, even skeevy, that when I was a child, "family" was mostly my mother's side of the family. But now I am completely out of touch with all of my mother's nieces and nephews and the family members that I do correspond with are on my father's side. It's not my fault that my mother's niece Janet never lists her phone number. And I looked up her cousin Donna on Facebook and, from the tenor of her posts, she's a true Trump lover. Sorry, if she thinks that people who believe as I do are the scum of the Earth, I'm not going to send her a friend request.
