This Sunday has been super busy. It is four o’clock and I am sitting down for the first time today.
Yesterday I spent the day at the church where I am taking an icon class on Saturdays. I had decided to make an icon for each of my children – thinking I would give them each a Guardian Angel. I asked my daughters if they would value that gift and they both were so excited! One daughter said she wanted to pick hers, and the other one said that she would love an icon no matter who it was. I decided to start the open to anything daughter’s icon, and while praying before starting, I was led to start another Theotokos (God Bearer) instead of the guardian angel I had planned. I still haven’t asked my son yet, but I have feeling he will ask for St. Michael the Archangel. I am thrilled to be working on this. I put the bole on the halo last night and let it dry. This morning, I opened the windows (it was 39 degrees outside) while I went to a meeting. When I came home, it was cold enough for the gold to adhere to the burnished bole.
Then I hit the trail for a 20 mile bike ride. Oh, I want to break up with my bike and biking in general – forever. Today I coined a term for the local trails: Testosterone Alley. So aggressive! I thought on Sunday afternoon the families would be out walking and little kids, etc. would be bike riding. It is my understanding from when I used to bike a lot – if you are going much more than 15 mph, you need to stay on streets, not on trails. It is just plain antisocial. But this is clearly not the case. After I had a near collision with a biker and 2 pedestrians, I got off the trail at 5 miles, and rode around a big block (one mile each) in an industrial area 10 times, and then rode the 5 miles back to my car. I got my 20 in, but not the way I thought I would.
Tomorrow I have a sponsee coming over after work. She puzzles me. She has worked the steps – repeatedly – but still has the same problems. She is on her third job this year, and is having problems at this one, one week in. I told her after she left her last job that I wasn’t going to listen to the same complaints about yet another workplace, if she had problems at the new job, she was going to have to admit that she is the common denominator in all these situations. My sponsor and other friends from the program have told me to drop her. But I think I am not supposed to do that. She needs a great deal of help and attention, and although it pains me, I do this.
Last night I went to Mass at one of my old parishes. I was shocked to see how empty the pews were and that most of the people were still using the old responses (they changed last November). In spite of the fact that the church is over 100 years old and has pews and kneelers, no one knelt!
I am all over the place here. Sorry. I am trying to find my way around WordPress, and honestly can’t figure out how to un-moderate comments, how to include links, etc. I guess I will find my way.
Thanks to anyone who has come by. I hope this blog will get more interesting as I go. But I feel so much freer to write what I really feel when I am not putting myself out there as a member of anything other than the Catholic Church – who happens to be sober.