More musings

Sure is summer, and I am still way behind and getting busier as always.

I really need to finish this damned fountain project.  BUT HOW?

Copper tins to hold the stones?
Concrete basins to hold the stones?


Copper painted wood?  Yes, that's probably the best idea.  But like SHINY painted wood.

Test Run

If the General Synod fails to approve Gay Marriage:

1. I move that Most Holy United ignore this decision.
1. There is no route to agreement through scripture
1. We must look elsewhere
2. Gay people are marginalized, and subjected to violence, and have a current need for help
1. 2016: 50 people killed in a nightclub for being gay
2. 2015-2016 Hate crimes related to sexual orientation in Edmonton jumped from 8% of cases to 25%
3. 2013: Scott Jones, stabbed for being gay, left paralyzed
4. 2012: Marie Lapuz, stabbed to death
5. 2010: A gay couple to scared to share their names had their home firebombed
6. 2009: Richard Dowery, beaten for being gay, left brain damaged
7. 2008: Anji Dimitriou and Janue Currie, beaten in front of their children for being gay
3. Our silence on this matter will be construed by others as approval. 
1. A pastor: " “50 less pedophiles in this world.”, and " we’re supposed to be sad because a bunch of perverts in a gay bar are killed.", 
2. A different pastor "“shouldn’t be mourning the death of 50 sodomites.”and " The tragedy is — I’m kind of upset that he didn’t finish the job!”"
3. We will be lumped in with those who endorse the attacks above.
4. Imagine if you took a picture of all the people who think gay people are different from everyone else. Anglicans would be in the same picture as the attackers above.
5. In the parable of the Good Samaritan, we would not be the Samaritan, or even the churchy people who pass by... people would think that the followers of Jesus are the brigands.
4. But what about fracturing the church?
1. Imagine a puzzle piece that is blue and pink. I want it to be pink, so I cut it in half, and voila, I have a puzzle piece that is all pink, and one that is all blue. They still fit into the puzzle, and the puzzle picture is still beautiful
5. We baptize gay people, we confirm them,why would we not marry them? 

Impostor Syndrome

mpostor syndrome (also known as impostor phenomenon or fraud syndrome) is a term coined in 1978 by clinical psychologists Dr. Pauline R. Clance and Suzanne A. Imes referring to high-achieving individuals marked by an inability to internalize their accomplishments and a persistent fear of being exposed as a "fraud".

So we've had a hell of a month here at Prairie University, and I KNOW it's because of work that I did.

I KNOW the team we assembled is amazing, and they did a great job.

But I can't escape the feeling that I "got away with it".  That somehow we skated by on the work of others that they would have done perfectly well without us.  It's not a good feeling, because it scares me to proceed with any improvements.

Maybe it's just that it's SO big that I can't wrap my brain around it.  I hope that's it

The Violence of the Peanut.

The Peanuts love to fight.

And I'm inclined to let them at this point, as it seems to be the kind of thing where if I ignore it now, it will solve itself before they get too rambunctious.

My sister and I fought like dogs for years, and finally we just stopped. So I'm hoping to accelerate that process.

Also. As a side effect, maybe Peanut #1 will be less tattly

price of being busy

We do amazing things, the Project Manager and I, but it eats all our time.

And we tend to fall down in heaps about 9 pm and not get back up again, and that means laundry, dishes, and everything else conceivable piles up

Everything except the awesome things.

Sounds ok, right?

But the cracks are starting to show.

The Project Manager and Peanut fight more or less continuously (because Peanut is 3) and there's no time to reset, start over, etc.

Peanut #2 is more or less a barbarian child... and some point I should be doing more lawn and garden work.  Also, I should get the snow tires off the car before we go camping this weekend.

I guess that's the price of doing all the awesome things.

Summer is come

Hoo - ey is hot.

It's like 29-30 in Prairie Metropolis this week

And there's much work to be done around the house, and around the yard and Peanut #1 starts soccer, and so on and so forth and it's incredibly busy and all boo on this.

Too much busy, not enough Stealthy Dachshund

Things to care about

And this morning Peanut #1 informed us that she's afraid of her teacher.

So Social Justice will have to shut up and sit down over there while we sort out that fresh Hell.

(note: we think, possibly, it is because she is afraid of how tall her teacher is. I sincerely hope that is the case)