A few years ago, when I first heard about blogging, I was reliably informed that it was basically mental regurgitation. Random, stream-of-conscientiousness effluvia. Inchoate plops of verbiage emitted whenever the writer had the impulse.
I discovered, of course, that this is far from the truth, at least for weblogs worth reading. In fact, writing a blog post is more like producing an essay than anything else.
And with one thing and the other, I don't feel like producing essays lately.
But I wouldn't mind occasionally emitting a few plops of verbiage, inchoate or not.
In no particular order and in no particular relationship:
- Which is stronger-- my dislike of wrongheadedness or my dislike of conflict? I ask myself this as I wonder to what degree to engage my niece and a friend of hers on Facebook over their screamingly erroneous and absurd political opinions. Disagreeing on aims and goals and ways and means is one thing. Having someone take her stand on outright lies is quite another. But at this stage of the game, where do you start? Is it worth trying?
- Hoping Mitt Rommey wins the election tomorrow; we can't take four more years of Mr. Obama's policies. But I have no illusion that a Republican victory will automatically open up the jobs market to someone of my age and experience. Can't hurt, however.
- It's going to be hard keeping my weight down now that the cold weather has set in. Find myself wanting to eat more. I have a new dark gray size 6 dress I've been wearing on Sundays to preach in, but who knows if I'll be able to get into it the Sunday after Thanksgiving-- that's my next engagement.
- Preached yesterday at a church where I've been before. They put on the back of the bulletin, "Welcome Rev. Blogwen X* who will deliver a great SERMON." (All-caps theirs.) Yes, indeed, God willing I hope it was a great sermon, but I'm sorry, I'm afraid it wasn't a little bitty short one. Normal twenty minutes-- but oh, dear, it was Communion Sunday. And as one of the elders told me afterwards, "the old people are used to getting out in a hour," Communion or not. He acknowledged that it was too bad they thought that way about the Word of God, but well, "they're old." Thinking about it afterwards, I beg to differ. The problem is not that they're old, but that they're old children-- children as to the Word, who have never matured in the faith enough to savor a proper meal of spiritual meat and drink. But what can you do to help them grow up before they die, especially when you're not the permanent pastor?
- Spent the afternoon processing my Halloween jack o' lanterns into pumpkin purée. Ended up with maybe three quarts or more of it. Now I've got to figure out what to do with it all, especially since freezer space is at a premium-- I'm storing up raw milk against the winter when the dairy dries out their cows.
- Oh, did I mention I've been drinking raw whole milk since last April? Great stuff, which is why I want to lay in a good supply until the cows come into milk again in the spring.
- Thinking about the poor people in New York and New Jersey who've been devastated by Hurricane/Superstorm Sandy. If my power was out but my house was intact and I'd put by enough water, I would be okay for food for two or three weeks, just on what I have in the pantry. Though if the gas were shut off as well, I might be reduced to eating cold soaked pasta-- gack. But the people in the New York boroughs, they don't have room in their dinky apartments to store a lot of food. Their pantry is the shop down the street. Praying the power and transportation lines will be up again sooner than soon.
- When I look forward to enjoying the new milk in the spring, I may be living in a fantasy world. My financial situation really stinks, and for all I know, by spring I may be living under a bridge.
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