I'm actually, luckily not feeling miserable, and just in the nick of time for Joy Sunday, the 3rd one in Advent, for anyone who can still follow that stuff. I loved those Erma Bombecks from Tennessee -- Lucy and Nellie --living in the mid-century wilds.
We'll be invoking Isaiah tomorrow morning, as per usual, to acknowledge the land of Toronto, a bit less by rote than usual: "There’s good news today. The place we live in is not entirely a wasteland, nor desert. Other people live here ..."
And we'll finish our Carol service with Sister Sylvia, gone these 30 years now, but not forgotten (to an old, familiar tune):
Thank you Bill. Serendipity that your letter and thoughts about Christmas arrived in the nick of time. I will work at being less miserable,stir my stumps and take the dogs for a hike.
Disagree. Your writing: essential reading.
I'm actually, luckily not feeling miserable, and just in the nick of time for Joy Sunday, the 3rd one in Advent, for anyone who can still follow that stuff. I loved those Erma Bombecks from Tennessee -- Lucy and Nellie --living in the mid-century wilds.
We'll be invoking Isaiah tomorrow morning, as per usual, to acknowledge the land of Toronto, a bit less by rote than usual: "There’s good news today. The place we live in is not entirely a wasteland, nor desert. Other people live here ..."
And we'll finish our Carol service with Sister Sylvia, gone these 30 years now, but not forgotten (to an old, familiar tune):
Like the twinkling of an eye,
angels winging through the night.
Glory, glory glimmering,
hope of heaven shining bright.
Gloria in excelsis Deo!
Thank you Bill. Serendipity that your letter and thoughts about Christmas arrived in the nick of time. I will work at being less miserable,stir my stumps and take the dogs for a hike.