i thought this morning how all sunday mornings are the same in the months of july and august – hot – quiet – sunny – but then, i sort of changed that tune when i realized that some sundays are different than others – like when the pastor’s out, there’s nobody there – everyone’s “on vacation” – amazing how it coincides with the pastor’s trip  -then, he returns, and everybody comes back

i’m sure that observation came from my reading this week – or the delirium from running long this morning – anyway…

“wherever i wind up” by r.a. dickey – oh, what a wonderful book – dickey is a NY met pitcher – he’s thrown lights out this year – his story is pretty incredible – we may actually journal a bit this year about it b/c while i know none of you love baseball – all of you, all of us, can relate to what it’s like to go from phenom to nom (or nothing) in a particular thing we do – whether band, math, reading, sport – whatever, to go from being pretty good at something to losing that gift – and having to work to re-get that thing – it takes bravery, determination, unforeseen setbacks – dickey’s story is insightful (even without allowances for being a baseball player:)

and that was actually it this week – only one book – i’m slacking – truly – in fairness, there was magazine reading and newspapers, but none of those count – i know – i’ve truly disappointed you all – guess i was just out on vacation too… 🙂

the room is getting better – the dust clouds are settling so you might not even need a mask to enter my room

mafeld