\ I know because, until I turn my ears off, I can hear it: in the next room NewsNation is telecasting a piece, The People Speak Up About The Iran War. I thought it wasn't a war, it was an action to prevent war. Sure as hell looks like war to me. Maybe we need a law like Putin's law that arrests and jails people who call Russia's action in Ukraine "war." My only Speak Up is to observe that Mad Dog Mattis was right, only now there are two. Actually this Time around there's a whole Executive Branch full of them. Life around us is beyond chaos, it's madness, insanity that reinforces my lifeTime observation that All government is Always, All Ways, All Bad. Which is why we must hold on to democracy's principle of the people's right to change the actors on stage.  ++++++++ The eye of round roast that I cooked sous vide at 131°F from nine o'clock Thursday morning to nine o'clock this morning, then seared, was rosy pink medium and tender sure 'n...

My bad this morning: a mindless movement of the left hand knocked over my mug of hot & black even before my first sip. Instead of peace and quiet I uttered a bad word and took the next few minutes to clean up including turning off the power bar it splashed down onto. Brewed a second mug, and back now. Fortunately and making this goof-up easier, I had already, last week, relocated my sty from the living room window by the Bay to the Beck Avenue room, which doubles as my office study den and Joe's bedroom when he comes to visit. It's an interesting room, with pictures and all my cars.  Also, my bathroom is in here. It's the most shivering cold room in the apartment when the air conditioning is on, the most cozy, as this morning, when the weather outside is cold enough to have the heater on inside.  Old Mr Safety here tries to learn from every mess-up, now's lesson is to be more mindful when moving my hand in a dimly lit space. As well to be careful where I sit my mug ...

Lent 2026 is my contemplation season when, among other things, I'm trying to exercise my brain by thinking "outside the box." In my situation, ninety year old long-retired priest, that may involve challenging long-held beliefs that I've brought along in life growing up in the Christian church, resting in my comfortable assumptions that they are knowledge, when actually they are faith beliefs (see Hebrews 11:1).  This morning in Lent I'm contemplating our faith event of Death, Silence, Life that's Good Friday, Holy Saturday, Easter. For my mind, and for my blogposts on +Time, this is old hat repetitive, but fine, I'm there again. Many scholars of the New Testament know St Paul and Jesus as apocalypticists who anticipated the imminent coming of the kingdom of God, when God would overturn world order and send the cosmic Son of Man figure of Daniel 7 to Earth to establish and rule the kingdom of God on Earth. It would be physical here and now in our resurrecti...

+++++++++++ The death of our beloved Beverly McDaniel is a perfectly natural but most sorrowful Time in our human life cycle. We met Beverly soon after arriving in the diocese  as new members of the clergy family  the summer of 1984. My best recall is meeting Beverly at the February 1985 diocesan convention in Mobile. At one event Linda and I were seated at a table with several Holy Nativity folks, and I made instant and lifelong thereafter friends with Beverly, who was sitting next to me. She was HNES Head of School at the Time, and I worked with her during the admission of my grandson Ray Kelly, and my Kristen, as students. Ray started in third grade, Kristen started in K3 and graduated eighth grade eleven years later. We are a Holy Nativity family.  After retiring from Trinity, Apalachicola late in 1998, we came home to Panama City and Holy Nativity Episcopal Church where we had been members since its founding in 1955. Soon after coming back, I reckon it was early 1999...