It seems right to update last week’s lamentations with a few things for which I’m grateful.
My newest chapter, “Through a Glass Darkly,” is finally taking shape. God willing and the
pipes don’t leak creek don’t rise, I think I’ll be ready to send out a few proposal submissions by early October.
How much do I love Larry the Honey-Do Man? We hired a guy who’s so comfortable in his own skin that he’s not afraid to show up on our doorstep wearing a pink polo shirt with a heart icon next to his company name. Even better, he’s completely housebroken and extremely competent at fixing All Things Broken. Of all the contractors I’ve been dealing with these past several weeks, this guy’s a keeper.
Subway salads, plastic forks…last night, we had an indoor picnic! I also broke (long-distance) bread with a second-generation evangelist whose father held tent revival meetings in the same areas and era as my dad. He’s got a cottage industry on the side, manufacturing (what else?) tents.
My older son’s spiritual quest led him to Judaism. After a couple of years of serious study, he converted about this time last year. I love what he’s teaching me about Yamim Noraim. I’m praying for, working toward Shanah Tovah u-Metukah — a good and sweet year to come.