It's still early Sunday morning, just ticked over to seven o'clock, nice breakfast of soft-scrambled eggs, ice water, and heart pills, and I guess we're going to 10:30 church? Linda prefers that, I like the Sunday Time factor of going to the early service, eight o'clock, makes no difference to me about the liturgy, whether it's Rite One (traditional English) or Rite Two (contemporary). What Cranmer wrote that may seem so precious now was contemporary English in his Time. Nowadays, though, hearing and saying "thee" and "thou" and "thy" and, once in a while, "vouchsafe," may make us feel that we've entered into the Holy. My theology is that Pantokrator does not care, it isn't an issue with God what tongue we worship in. Well, IDK, Adonai Elohim might prefer the Hebrew that was spoken in The Beginning.  Anyway, here we are, and my mind is on the gospel reading that our lectionary lays out for us this morning. It's Mat...

Lots of email comes to my inbox, dozens of items a day, hundreds a week. I don't open them all, much less read them all, but now and then something catches my eye and, opening and reading it, I find something that has special value for me. SomeTimes Fr Richard's column does it. Sean of the South. Writers for The Atlantic, The New Yorker, The New York Times, The Conversation and others, Big Think, EarthSky News and more. Some of the writing is serious, some less so, some takes less thought than others, some nail me.  One I often enjoy is MINIPhilosophy, which arrives on some frequency, IDK what. Today's edition is especially catching for me, an ancient human in extreme old age who someTimes looks back. Like with Jonny Thomson in today's article, there are boys I remember from Cove School days, some I've googled and found, these days usually an obit. When I found a classmate's obituary I always told Robert, an almost lifelong friend, who some years ago chased down...

Not Friday the 13th, but Friday the 31st. Yesterday arrived by FedEx from the baker in New York, my rhubarb pie. Pure rhubarb, no strawberries. My first: delicious, tart, fruity. Did not need my scoop of vanilla ice cream, which I put on Linda's plate.  I had two more bites at bedTime last evening, and a sliver for breakfast just now, after my large portion of fresh salmon. So far, my pie has been one slice room temperature, then two bites and a sliver slice refrigerator temperature. Before it's gone I'll have a warm slice - - maybe with cheddar cheese? It's interesting, not a staple of your average Northwest Floridian's diet, and I'm an average Northwest Floridian. +++++++ Sam's Club offers several varieties of excellent salmon. This was a huge, full filet of Atlantic pink salmon, skin on. I cut two large, thick portions and oven-baked them at 400°F for ten minutes, then let Linda's portion cook two more minutes. It's so moist and tender. For our ne...

Genesis has always been my favorite OT book. Genesis in the OT, and Mark among the gospels and other NT writings, so that's two favorite Bible books. As is well known, my third prize goes to the excruciatingly violent and outrageously vengeful apocalyptic that is the Revelation of John, which tells us Either and hopefully, nothing about the lovingkindness of Jesus but much about Revelation John's frame of mind; Or, appallingly, devastatingly, and frightfully, that we need to keep looking.  I've always liked Year A, when our lectionary includes reading through Genesis. Don't recall, and I'm not bothering to look back and check, whether I blogged on last week's good old Time Sunday school Bible story or not - - the, again chortle-worthy campfire tale of Jacob getting his comeuppance of waking from his blissful wedding night that he has worked and waited so many years for, only to discover that his father in law has tricked him into marrying the ugly but fruitful o...

  Supper last evening, a cup of mustard greens, my first Time, never had mustard greens before and found it delicious. Margaret Holmes brand Seasoned Mustard Greens, part of my control program before being weighed in to my annual checkup with my primary care physician Tuesday week, August 4. At this point, I'm on track. See, the point is that I insist on going for this appointment only every August instead of every six months, and if I show up with an issue, the doctor may want me to start coming every six months or worse.   In the past I've run this control with coleslaw and green salads. This year, partly because there's a national lettuce scare, I'm trying canned greens, the Glory brand and the Margaret Holmes brand of southern style greens - - turnip greens, collard greens, turnip greens with roots, Popeye's brand canned spinach (chopped). There's a can of LeSeur peas on the shelf too, in case I want to add a bit of starch. In all cases, upon opening every c...

Golden Groves and Crystal Waters:  Not Bubba's list 1. After I wrote down and posted here on my +Time blog, some rambling memories about life, Time, and ministry at Trinity Episcopal Church, Apalachicola, Florida, I was invited by Amy Moody to do something similar remembering my years at Cove School, 1941-1949. So, I'm starting that project this morning, thinking to begin with memories from first grade forward, first through eighth grades, then maybe skip half a century or so and pick up again remembering my extraordinarily happy Time with Holy Nativity Episcopal School. This was a nice idea, and I look forward to stirring the memories! 2. As I begin, today is Tuesday, June 23, 2026. A retired US Navy commander (retired 1978) and retired Episcopal priest ( retired   1998), I am Thomas Carroll Weller, Jr., the oldest brother, from very early in life called "Bubba" by my family and friends before I started first grade at Cove School. I'm ninety years old, soon comin...