April 10, 1965
Thighs and time and something else
April 10, 1965
What a Palm Sunday Service! I used to be a Lutheran - I used to believe that to be a Christian was a wonderful, joyful thing! But no!! Now I'm an Episcopalian and, when in Anglicanism, Bah! Today we had a Palm Sunday Service to end all - sad songs, processions - everything except undertakers and holy rollers. Poo Bah.
April 10, 1973
Tomorrow I’m off on my Big Trip. I’m really up and down at once. I’m really going to miss Jim, being away for so long. And Mom isn’t all that much fun to hang around. She tends to complain a lot about her pain and discomfort. Anyway, it should be an interesting trip. It’s too bad Jim didn’t make it home early like he said he would, especially since I got out early myself. Ah well. He’ll be home soon. Ah hope.
April 10, 1980
The key is not to dwell on the problem, or to seek one answer, but to consider many alternative solutions. For example:
Problem: Seminar coming up. Data not ready yet. The data will be ready. I hope this weekend, but not necessarily so. In the meantime… I can think of the rest of the presentation. What done how, background, why.
If the data is not done: can still do seminar, but can suggest what I am looking for. (Not as good, but will have to do!)
If the data is No Good: explain judging problems. Can ever solve them in situations like this?
The main problem is time, and my own habitual inertia.
April 10, 1997
A very frigid spring day! I am chipping away at the big tasks and little naggies. I did 20 minutes of exercise, and checked my e-mail. Life is busy, but good.
April 10, 2006
I guess the "smells and bells" of St. John's Episcopal Church didn't float my boat all the time. The holy roller remark at the end is a puzzle -- probably tossed in for humorous effect, since the inclusion of ecstatic Christians in my rant against a too-sombre Palm Sunday service seems inappropriate. I wonder how much of that came from whatever after church discussion the family had in the car? My father was a very reluctant Episcopalian, and regularly criticized its Anglican trappings -- the plush kneelers, the sonorous chants by our rector, referring to the ministers as "father". My mother liked it all immensely, despite her upbringing as an Lutheran preacher's kid.
The funny thing is that now, I see my memories of my girlhood in Lutherland as very much being tinted by childhood's rosy glasses. Sunday School, Vacation Bible School and Cherub Choir were fun; struggling with my beliefs and church doctrine in confirmation class was not. But the organist at St. John's did play the hymns w-a-y too slowly.
April 10, 2020
QSS 1 hr
Photos/passwords
Masks
Happy hour
Walk/exercise
History booklet
April 10, 2023
I used to grumble that my journaling was too shallow. Always the same grumbling about time management and the same wistful attempts at exercise. For what it’s worth, I am still at it. Even as “e-mail” became “email” and data moved from punch cards to the cloud, it’s still thighs and time, thighs and time, thighs and time.
And in the background, there’s the wondering. The searching for meaning. From Lutherland to Episcopalia to solo searching to the Independent Republic of Unitarian Universalism, with side trips to the outskirts of neopaganism and Buddhism. Being the very bad former Lutheran that I am, I didn’t even know when Easter was this year until a couple of weeks ago. I was dimly aware of Passover, thanks to my Jewish friends and family members. Some of the servers in our restaurants are fasting as we eat, so I was aware of Ramadan.
So this year I sat at my desk, with the Easter service from my church Zooming on my phone as I typed on my laptop.
Spring is here, again. If there was ever a time when the world needed rebirth, we’re living it. Hallelujah and amen.