This is a teaching event, isn't it! I mean, never to make light of, but Life is Good and to be cherished, and it's currently even more important than whatever Usual was before we chased a screaming ambulance to Pensacola the wee hours of a May 2018 morning and then saw what was left of Panama City and Bay County the afternoon of October 10 the same year, and now covid-19, to be mindful and deliberate and grateful. Maybe where Paul says Faith, Hope and Love, and the greatest of these is Love, my momentary priorities are Mindful, Deliberate and Grateful, where the greatest of these is Gratitude? I think so. Outside here on 7H porch it's still pitch black dark, 73° 84% wind SSW 7 mph, overcast and that same lone shrimp boat (pic above) on StAndrewsBay, sweeping east and west in the near channel. Mug of black, and a small slice of incredible "turtle" Kringle waiting on, and here's where the situation teaching and Uncle Bubba learning comes to mind, waiting on...

Monday: on the new routine, my day of the week to post our lectionary readings for the upcoming Sunday, Palm Sunday, the Sunday of the Passion. Walk this morning: quite short because most of the hour we sat on benches at the Middle School door of HNES, chatting about remembering When!  Out on the Bay last evening, one shrimp boat and the same shrimp boat finishing up early dawn as we had coffee on 7H porch: here docked at StAndrewsMarina, a shot of LoverBoy showing her stern: From 7H porch watching her glide back and forth, she seems so tiny, enormous up close but easily identifiable by the stern ladder. Before the Storm it was common to see six or seven shrimpers out on StAndrewsBay all night long, and working from the Pass down to Tyndall Bridge, and the close channel from the hairpin turn to Hathaway Bridge. Anymore and since Cat5HMichael, LoverBoy is the only boat we've seen out shrimping. In due course, I suppose all will be well from the hurricane, and...

Well, okay then, a joyful Sunday morning to you, remember, a Sunday IN Lent is surrounded by Lent, bracketed by Saturday of Lent and Monday of Lent; but is not Sunday OF Lent. In fact, there are no Sundays OF Lent, and no Sundays are Fast days. Sundays in Lent are, like all other Sundays (BCP p.16), feasts of our Lord Jesus Christ: enjoy chocolate, eat ice cream, spread butter on your cracklin' bread and eat two big pieces, eat fried chicken, say the bad words you swore to give up for Lent, you're clear, because Sundays are not part of the forty-day Lenten fast. If anyone gives you a ration about it, come to me for Absolution! Thinking that the rector may preach on the Gospel lesson this morning, I normally would not do a Sunday School lesson on it; but today's different because I'm pretty sure what's in my mind for John 11:1-45 will not be in his sermon. This is what I would bring to the table if we were gathering in the parish library for our 9:15 to 10:...

Have you noticed how quiet it is? I don't mean the vehicle traffic, businesses closed and hardly anyone on the sidewalks. Seems like war has stopped for the moment. Or at least we aren't hearing about it.  We aren't hearing so much about politics either, are we, the raving and fist-shaking.  I don't think we're coming together, we can still hold on to our hatreds, keep them in the back of our minds, because we'll surely want them later when we get busy putting the world back like it was. God forbid. Sure, covid-19 is worrisome and scary, and I'm as concerned as you. We're sheltering here in 7H, as safe as we can reasonably make ourselves, pretty much following the guidelines. It's nice to be concerned about self and others for the moment instead of hating Red or Blue people and drone targeting people in other countries who hate us.  It was this way for a while after 9/11 also, remember? People came together, united for a while. But then...