sunday date

impromptu after-dinner affogato. arguably immensely more enjoyable than in younger days, on account of life. starting the work week on tuesday has much to recommend it.

everything is tuberculosis - john green (2025)

sweeping and informative (as befits a self-confessed OCD author), garnished with positive vibes for collective action, and run through with the obligatory feel-good human interest story (which works quite well). with mercifully short-ish chapters.

he is harshly critical of the DOTS program but here in the east we do not see it as the unmitigated evil he makes of it. perhaps it is more of a matter of matching the meat to the man.

be thou my vision

prayer should not be perfunctory nor carelessly reflex nor flightily shaped

worship is not a duty it is the only response to an awful awesome God

HOM and i attend the inauguration ceremony. it is a more traditional ceremony than we are now used to, yet with none of the liturgy we are accustomed to. fortunately the hymns are familiar and beloved. the speakers are mostly sharp and precise. the messages are heartfelt and courageously encouraging. it is good to feel the communal commitment to a task, i think. sometimes we lose this sense of urgent mission in the sunday services where chatter predominates.

in any case, C is inaugurated to his position. may he run his race with diligence and perseverance. may he be excellent in his new calling.

side observation. there is a clear predominance of testosterone.

fairy seat

on a sedate street somewhere

you'll find

a magic faraway door

adulting

HOM and i make a trip to the bank to get new notes for the chinese new year.

this act, more than any other, confirms that we are responsible worthy members of society and that we are henceforth ready to celebrate! just to be clear, we do not however have lanterns or couplets or other red adornments around the home. although we should probably do some seasonal de-cluttering. and yes, we need to buy oranges soon.

78 years old!

 

grateful for all the blessings extravagantly provided.

and, as HOM reminds me, supremely grateful that this is where we meet and get married and (for a time) bring up our children.