Tête-à-Tête-Tête

As promised, here I am, back again this Monday. I’m afraid this will mostly be all about me, and my weekend, and I honestly can’t blame you if you don’t care. I mainly only care about my own. I will say, before I insist my feelings won’t be hurt if you navigate away to something more fun, or interesting, or whatever, that one of the highlights was Sunday Morning, giving the first session in a Bible study course at my church. There were only four people in attendance besides myself, but I thought it went very well. My hope is to make this a workshop that will respectfully challenge and inform most people who come to it, whether they come from a liberal or conservative religious background, or from none at all. The idea is not to settle all the big questions, but to settle what little questions can be settled, and be aware of the rest of them, aware of a diversity of perspectives (fairly presented) of thinking on them, and to be able to responsibly approach these questions and have dialogue with people who may have different answers to them.

Ok, the rest is purely personal, so I fully expect that I’m writing to myself at this point. Saturday morning, I went atop Edler Mountain for a ride along the reservoir road. I got stuck. A car came by - usually this isn’t a big deal, but this time I guess I just panicked - and off I came. There aren’t any climbing on points once you leave the parking lot (in the parking lot, I can back up against a curb to steady the wheel and can get by without a vertical support!) Sometimes, with a determined effort, I can get back on without assistance, but not Saturday. I worked myself to death. Finally a slow bicyclist (the kind who has a small child with her) came by and let me us her bicycle for support and I was off again. I’ll tell ya - a 2 mile ride on rough black-top compares with a 6 mile ride on smooth concrete.

The rest of Saturday was spent mowing grass and working on the Sunday morning project. Sunday morning Sunday School was not what it should have been. Only two students (during the sci-fi cons around town, the church strangely empties), and nothing prepared for them (I cheated them in favor of the Bible class really). Then some other stuff I won’t relate, more mowing - and by the way - is it just my weakness or unwillingness to bleed that makes me unable to put the belt on a self-propelled drive of a lawn mower? Anyway, I pushed it. And last night at the Local to watch the Mollies, with a mostly convalesced shoulder on Michael, my friend, the mandolinist. This was great fun as always, and the last number I stayed for was one I haven’t heard them do before, but that I enjoy when I hear it on Sunday afternoon Celtic music on the radio: Queen of Argyll… great stuff.

Anyway - pretty good weekend. Hope yours was too, as will be all of our weeks ahead.