Someone's boring me. I think it's me.
-- Dylan Thomas, in Rayner Heppenstall, Four Absentees (1960)

Its raining . . . thank God.

Rain is a good thing. We have not had a really long consistent rain (something lasting all day) since the end of June. We have had passing storms. In the long run, a passing storm just gets everything hot and muggy (especially when the temperature is 90 degrees). But what we need is a nice consistent rain. Lawns are brown. Trees are wilting. More importantly, my vegetable garden is so sad. It is sad even though my hubby has watered it every day. We have had a hot dry summer and the veggies are paying the price. But it is raining. It started late last evening and is raining today and is expected to rain all day. And it is supposed to be 80 degrees tomorrow through the weekend.

I am working on the Elf hats for Zachariah and Mary. I keep changing what I am doing so I haven't gotten very far. It is mindless work and something I can do on the bus, as long as I don't nod off. I have yet to cast on for MS4 . . . I know, I know. It is that whole focus thing (or lack of focus thing).

Last night I had a meeting at Church. I am coordinating the sacramental retreats this year. Last night was the meeting with the parents of the children making their first reconciliation this year. The cool thing about this group is that there were so many parents at the meeting. All except three children had a parent at the meeting and the conversation, etc. were very animated. I am excited.

As part of the retreat process, we are changing things up a bit this year. Instead of having the parents spend time with their children in the morning, we are offering the parents an opportunity for their own reflection. One of our parishioners is a fabulous speaker and I have asked her to do the parental reflection time. The children will be spending time with the teachers and I and then we all come back together to receive the sacrament. And, everyone will be done by 12:30. Short, sweet and we aren't feeding them (which I never understood why when we have them for such a short period of time, we would take time away from preparation to feed the kids but it was always part of the day). I did have a couple of Moms wanting to know where they sign up to bring cookies or cupcakes or other stuff. I thanked them, nicely, and explained that no one is eating in the morning. Seriously, don't the kids make it in school from 9:00 to 11:00 without eating? We are not only dedicating more time to preparation but there will be less clean-up and we will save money. Of course, Fr. Neil doesn't know that my motive is that the money we save on not feeding the kids will be spent on other things . . . LOL!

And, so, I got home last night. Dave and I shared a glass of wine and talked about our day. I woke this morning ready to eat a horse, when I realized that I hadn't eaten last night. Nothing. I guess it is just fair that I talk about not feeding the kids at the retreat and don't eat anything myself.

That's it . . .