Old school comment

Thursday, March 29th. The 37th day of Lent. In the early days of blogging, back before there were more blogs than people, the comments were much more interesting. It was kind of a novel thing to leave a comment. Early comment systems didn’t have spam filters or other controls. On my first blog, you couldn’t…

Hammy update

Wednesday, March 28th. The 36th day of Lent. I’m correct in thinking that everyone who does one of these “write every day in Lent” things is allowed at least one completely sucky entry, right? I hope so. Cause I’ve been on the computer all day writing articles for my clients AND meeting with a client…

When my family was on Welfare

Tuesday, March 27th. The 35th day of Lent. Okay, technically it wasn’t Welfare, but it was government assistance so let’s not split hairs. In November of 2007 Jeanene quit her job because Shelby was in a crisis and we needed an adult at home. Like many Americans we had health insurance through her job, but…

Back in the game

Monday, March 26th. The 34th day of Lent. I was pretty excited about the softball game on Sunday with the Episcopalians. It’s just a recreational league. No practicing or anything. Whoever shows up can play. I put on my extraverted personality and took the initiative to meet people. After all, I was the new guy…

Projection

Sunday, March 25th. The fifth Sunday of Lent. This morning I was in the Episcopal 101 class at Saint Luke’s. The priest teaching it came into the room, and I immediately sensed that something was wrong. I can’t tell you what made me think this. Something about him seemed heavy. As if he was carrying…

I stole a pen

Saturday, March 24th. The 32nd day of Lent. I stole a pen recently without realizing it, so delighted was I by the way it felt in my hand, that it seemed as if it ought to be mine. It felt like my pen.┬áIf I had stopped to think about it, I would have realized I…

Our Verger

Thursday, March 22nd. The 30th day of Lent. The first Sunday I was at Saint Luke’s, I paid attention to all the people processing up and down the aisles. Episcopalians are big on procession. The more times up and down the aisle, the more people involved, and the more crosses and candles and banners, the…

The moves of my life

Wednesday, March 21st. The 29th day of Lent. I’ve always been glad that I was born in 1961 because my life divides itself easily into decades. It’s a bit of an artificial division, but it seems as though each of the five decades I have lived represents a major stage of human development. The 60s…

There’s a new voice coming

Tuesday, March 20th. The 28th day of Lent. Of course, one of the dangers of writing from the unconscious and writing every night without much time to edit yourself is that everyone can see your shit. Take me for example. Something like twenty-five straight days of writing during Lent and how many of those are…