Mother’s Day
7:00am: I’m awake after a night’s sleep of three hours. At my first stirring, Young Chirpie Chirpington (Jasper) becomes hyper-alert and paces back and forth upon my body. He emits high-pitched noises.
Son, must you chirp so? Have you no dignity?
Ziva, the shyer one, merely pokes at my feet with her claws.
This is why it’s better for Karin to awaken first.
Zzz …
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9:30am: One more hour of sleep, and then it’s off to our new church (we switched churches a few months ago). In Sunday School, the adults are slowly reading through 2 Timothy. As always, Paul is concerned that there shouldn’t be division among the believers, or useless arguing.
One woman suggests that there’s more useless arguing today than there was in Paul’s time – or even than when she was young. Today, people argue about things like politics. Or gender. Or the weather.
The weather? Karin & I are doubtful. Isn’t that one of the few safe subjects?
(Later, Karin’s mom suggests that the woman meant global warming.)
During the worship period, Karin & I watch over the nursery. (Due to Mother’s Day, the regular nursery worker is in the service.) This nursery has comfortable rocking chairs and a TV. Karin plays with the two small children while I download music from Spotify onto my phone.
We also view a part of Dumbo. As a Mother’s Day movie, Dumbo is appropriate, if sad.
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12:30pm: Surprisingly, it takes the better part of an hour to drive from church to Karin’s mom’s house. First we’re detained in an especially slow lane of traffic. Then we’re detained at a railroad crossing.
Calm down, Sweetie, I encourage Karin. Enjoy this nice, long, live version of “The Man-Machine” that I just downloaded.
Karin is not appeased.
1:30pm: We arrive at Karin’s mom’s house. The women sort through old photographs. I sleep on the couch.
3:30pm: We arrive at home. Karin sleeps in our bed. I sit in an armchair and try to write, but mostly I alternate between sleeping and sneezing (the night’s short rest has made me vulnerable to drafts).
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
Tomorrow morning, it’s back to the office at IUSB.
Happy Mother’s Day, my dear Mom.
Son, must you chirp so? Have you no dignity?
Ziva, the shyer one, merely pokes at my feet with her claws.
This is why it’s better for Karin to awaken first.
Zzz …
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
9:30am: One more hour of sleep, and then it’s off to our new church (we switched churches a few months ago). In Sunday School, the adults are slowly reading through 2 Timothy. As always, Paul is concerned that there shouldn’t be division among the believers, or useless arguing.
One woman suggests that there’s more useless arguing today than there was in Paul’s time – or even than when she was young. Today, people argue about things like politics. Or gender. Or the weather.
The weather? Karin & I are doubtful. Isn’t that one of the few safe subjects?
(Later, Karin’s mom suggests that the woman meant global warming.)
During the worship period, Karin & I watch over the nursery. (Due to Mother’s Day, the regular nursery worker is in the service.) This nursery has comfortable rocking chairs and a TV. Karin plays with the two small children while I download music from Spotify onto my phone.
We also view a part of Dumbo. As a Mother’s Day movie, Dumbo is appropriate, if sad.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
12:30pm: Surprisingly, it takes the better part of an hour to drive from church to Karin’s mom’s house. First we’re detained in an especially slow lane of traffic. Then we’re detained at a railroad crossing.
Calm down, Sweetie, I encourage Karin. Enjoy this nice, long, live version of “The Man-Machine” that I just downloaded.
Karin is not appeased.
1:30pm: We arrive at Karin’s mom’s house. The women sort through old photographs. I sleep on the couch.
3:30pm: We arrive at home. Karin sleeps in our bed. I sit in an armchair and try to write, but mostly I alternate between sleeping and sneezing (the night’s short rest has made me vulnerable to drafts).
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
Tomorrow morning, it’s back to the office at IUSB.
Happy Mother’s Day, my dear Mom.