So, there I was sitting in the upstairs bathroom, minding my own business. One might say that all was well with the world. Sunlight streamed in through the window, kitties pawed at the closed door, silence otherwise ruled the tranquil halls. While perusing an improving book—1 Macabees if you want to know—I detected a motion …
Monthly Archives: April 2006
About 1/6,000,000,000th of this is about you
We had evoked the listening child in these men, with the only real story anyone has ever told–that the teller has been alive for a certain number of years, and has learned a little in surprising ways in the way the universe delivers truth. Anne Lamott, Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith Standing in the …
Indians v. Tigers @ Comerica Park
Yesterday, during our Easter celebrations, Todd, Ted, and Nancy decided that there would be no better way to spend our Easter Monday than driving up to Detroit to see the Indians play the Tigers. After seeing the myriads of empty seats for Sunday’s game on the telly, we figured it would be a cinch to …
Easter 2006
After singing eight verses of Fortunatus’s “Hail, Thee, Festival Day!”, welcoming a new member of the Church body in baptism, and helping the baptismal family celebrate by eating their Easter dinner at Old Trinity Episcopal Church in Tiffin, we trundled into the trusty Ford and motored over to Nancy and Ted’s in Strongsville. Upon arriving, …
Marquez and the Shipwrecked Sailor
In the introduction to The Story of A Shipwrecked Sailor who drifted on a life raft for ten days without food or water, was proclaimed a national hero, kissed by beauty queens, made rich through celebrity, and then spurned by the government and forgotten for all time, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, writing in 1970, admits that …
RJ6: Annie Dillard
The next time I find myself on a white sand beech, this will give me pause: Ocean waves crumble dead coral reefs. And parrotfish eat coral polyps. The fish do not digest the corals’ limey bits, but defecate them in dribbles, making that grand white sand we prize on triopical beaches and shallow sea floors.
The Spring Window
Today was the first day I was able to have the windows open. Emma is pinned to the screen, being bombarded with all the glorious noise she’s never heard and doesn’t understand. The garbage truck on the next block (near enough to be interesting, far enough to be safe). The mourning dove on the tree …
RJ 5: Dillard
For this year’s Glen Workshop: Spiritual Writing, we’ve been asked to read Anne Lamott’s Travelling Mercies and Annie Dillard’s For The Time Being. I was rather excited about these choices as both writers are witty, thoughtful, and interesting. I first read Dillard when I used her The Writing Life as a textbook in Freshman Writing …
Noises, Noises, Oh the Beautiful Noises!
I had forgotten just how loud teenage girls can be. I mean, like, wow. Loud. Last night we went to the Ritz Theater in Tiffin for the last night of the Ohio Jazz Summit. On this night, the featured artists were all vocal bands, largely acapella. The audience, though it did contain a sprinkling of …
