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expiry

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My drive to blog is expiring. Even the loosened fingers perch idle over the keys as I think about going back to bed - - up way too early, but WTH, last evening I was so exhausted that I was asleep for the night between seven-thirty and eight o'clock, opened eyes to look at the clock reading 11:30 PM and back to sleep. Open eyes again at 1:30 AM ending a weird dream in which five men, shady characters,  were caught having a meeting in my bathroom and refused to leave even when I brought in a police officer to force them out. The officer went out and returned with a rifle, but they ignored us and went on with their meeting. In hospitality, I brought them a plate of sandwiches, which led the police officer, a woman, to think I wasn't serious about expelling them. When I woke up at 1:30 they were still in there.  It was a big bathroom, with huge, comfortable brown leather English-club-type chairs.  Anyway, up at 1:30, sat outside on 7H porch enjoying life, Time, and the Unive...
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Old Father Time

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  Ten-thirty church and now back home digging into my snack, a jar of Vita brand herring in sour cream, with a sip per bite of martini on the rocks: splash of dry vermouth, splash of olive juice from the olive jar to make it dirty, two giant green olives, an unmeasured and generous pour of Boodles gin. Stir stir stir because it's in a drinking glass, not a martini shaker. Herring and gin martini go well. I also enjoy Vita's pickled herring in wine & vinegar. It's all a treat that should be enjoyed with ice cold vodka, which I've done, but poured and stirred a haphazard martini this Time, usually I'm more measured and precise, but to hell with that, nomesane?  For upcoming Fathers' Day I've ordered enough frozen lobster meat to make us a couple of lobster rolls, Linda prefers the tail meat, I prefer the knuckle and claw, so some of each. Also for Fathers' Day I'm considering ordering from NYC Russ & Daughters' Deli, a couple of their herri...
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not three Incomprensibles, but one Incomprehensible

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  Trinity Sunday, and our OT reading is the creation story that runs from Genesis 1:1 through 2:4a. It could be called the "E" story because it features Elohim the Creating God creating all that is, seen and unseen; and creating by Word alone, "YeHi," "Let there be." The Christian lore of the Gospel according to John takes up a Greek philosophical slant about The Logos (the Word), where the Logos is the primal force driving creation's origins and ongoing existence; somewhat like Jesus as both Shepherd and Sheep (the Lamb of God), in the Genesis 1 Creation Story as Gospel John has it, Logos the Word is both God the Speaker and the Word that is spoken; which is to say theologically that Jesus Christ the Logos is known to us in and as the Word of God. Some scholars call this (Genesis 1:1-2"4a) the "P" story because it seems to have been written by a priestly intellectual in Jerusalem after the Judeans' return from the Babylonian Exile; ...
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red-wax hoop cheese snack

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SomeTimes, usually not but someTimes I fix a little snack to have with my mug of hot & black; this morning three Triscuits, each with a bit of cheese and a touch of mayonnaise to hold the cheese from falling off.  It's interesting. From the almost "fleeting" taste, I'm never sure it's really cheese at all: hoop cheese from a small wedge that I bought at Tanya's Garden. And this is the interesting part: not the cheese, but the reason why I'm drawn to buy it now and then:  When I was a boy growing up, seems like there was almost always hoop cheese in the icebox (then later, in the early 1940s, the refrigerator). My father would take out the wedge of hoop cheese, with his pocket knife cut off a bite of it, and nibble on it. He once told me they'd had it at home when he was a boy growing up.  He liked it best when it had been sitting on the kitchen counter instead of cooling in the icebox.  It can't be cold; hoop cheese has to be room temperature, ...
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spirit-filled

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Again, tomorrow the church observes Pentecost, fifty days, fiftieth day, in Judaism after Passover, in our tradition after Easter and one of the seven principal celebrations of the church year. Those of a mind to do so may wear something red to church - - red is my favorite color, but I don't think I have anything red to wear, so I'll just be regular.  Maybe I could go back in the vesting room and take my fiery orange red stole with the flaming dove on it and wear that: at this age I can do pretty much anything I DWP and get away with it, but someTimes I pause to rethink before going off totally bizarre. No, the stole is a liturgical vestment, I won't wear a priest's stole over my regular street clothes. Anyway, Pentecost, in Christian vernacular "the coming of the Holy Spirit" upon Jesus' disciples, and, therein theologically, the Spirit's coming into and enlivening the newly aborning Christian church - - perhaps very much like the Spirit puffing/puff...
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Pentecost: fifty days

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Coming up the Day of Pentecost this Sunday. In Jewish tradition Pentecost was the fiftieth day after Passover. In Christian lore, the story in the Book of Acts (see it below, scroll down), Pentecost marks the coming of the Holy Spirit upon Jesus' disciples. Pentecost is sometimes called "the birthday of the church."  The lectionary (list of readings) for the day offers several choices, options: choice of Collect for the Day, choice of OT/NT readings, choice of Gospel readings. I selected from the options to post below (scroll down) and possibly comment on. Parish rectors and/or preachers will make their actual selections: being neither anymore, as a fully retired parish priest, I do not know what we will hear in our local parish. ++++++ A preferred breakfast this morning: fried catfish from the deli at the Sweet Bay Publix. Now that they offer fried catfish I no longer have to mourn its demise at the Piggly Wiggly deli and at the defunct Winn-Dixie deli now Aldi's. Tw...
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life

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  May 2026, can you imagine? Today, Friday the Fifteenth, is Robert's ninety-first birthday, who'd have thought?! As children, we grew up together  on Massalina Bayou and were at each other's birthday parties when we turned seven, eighty-four years ago. Classmates In the Cove School class of 1949 we both love Cove  School, where together we suffered third grade with the exacting Miss Ruth Martin but endured, and together we love shared memories of eighth grade with Miss Virginia Parker.  In our aging years, Robert arranged and hosted class reunions, including fish fries at Cove School.  At one year's reunion, by unanimous acclamation, Robert was elected President for Life of our Class of 1949. Another  year, maybe our last reunion, Miss Parker joined us.  In the old Time, Virginia Parker was the pianist at St Thomas by the Sea Episcopal Church in Laguna Beach out on the west end of Panama City Beach. As the priest at St Thomas, I visited Miss Park...
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