In praise of small, beautiful things.....

2 robins outside my window.

Temp. at 6:30am is 58 degrees. (Didn’t keyboards used to have a little degree mark somewhere? If it’s here, I don’t see it...)

Last night was the first Wednesday night that I have had off of work and been able to attend our parish monthly holy hour in, maybe, six months? And the weather was so nice I didn’t mind standing out in front of the church for fifteen minutes waiting for Rick to pick me up. The police drove by twice. Now I am probably on the suspicious characters list...

Am just about done training two women to take over my night and week-end hours at the rectory. I have had a great opportunity to take on a different. though much the same, position five mornings a week. Just mornings. But, unlike that noble experiment of a semester at the primary school, I do not arrive home feeling like I have been keel-hauled.

I am about at the end of my tether covering the over-lap of time from when the morning position started and suitable evening replacements have been found. Last Saturday I answered the phone “Good Evening, Church of St. XXX” at 9:00 in the morning! (new phrase in the kids vocab: “Three to three-thirty is Mom’s Power Nap time.) I’m sure the clergy may be getting a little tired of seeing my face first thing in the morning 6 days a week and last thing in the evening on 5.

The replacements are competent and eager to learn the details of the job. The biggest hurdles: a) I’ve never really trained anyone for a job. (Dearest children, please don’t bother to chime in with my adventures in toilet-training and teaching stick shift driving. I know. I know.) b) the two final suitable job candidates are not Catholic. So there is a lot that I have to teach them that I already knew when I walked in to the job. I want to make sure they understand what they are doing. And I don’t want to blow this opportunity for evangelization!

Time to go.
What's that outside the window? Rain? That's good, too!