Friday, August 31, 2007

Drug test a drug.. bust?

So when you get a job offer, they give you 72 hours to get a drug test done. This is normal procedure.

What's not normal is that they send you to the wrong clinic.

The cover letter says "call this 800 number to find the testing lab nearest you." Okay. I call, and sure.. there's one about 4 miles away, no appointment necessary. So I just drop in. Problem is.. the chain of custody form they sent me with the offer is for a competing lab to the one the 800 number gave me. They can't use their competitor's form. They don't even have an account with the hiring company! Huh?

So I call the person whose name is on the cover letter. She's out. I leave a message. Then I call the person whose name is on the bad form. She's out. I leave a message. I begin to see a disturbing pattern emerge. So I call the person in HR who is in charge of the whole recruitment process. She's in meetings until 2, leaving the office at 3:30. I leave a message. 3:45, 4:00.. no call back.

So I call my recruiter to tell her that I will most assuredly miss the window for taking my drug test, since it's Friday, and the 72 hours is up Sunday night, not to mention that it's Labor Day weekend. No doubt I will be fired before I even start. Does she have any bright ideas? Alas, my recruiter is out, along with the rest of the free world. I leave a message. The message goes something like this:

AAAAAAAAH!

Later, the recruiter calls and says, don't worry about it. I'll call the HR lady Tuesday AM - it's their fault, they'll fix it. Relax, have a nice weekend. Okay, okay..

I felt better after I made Shrimp de Jonghe for dinner. Wowzers. Tasty! I'll make that again. :) Maybe with a bit less butter.

Oh yeah, and before I forget.. J2 & friends helped J1 load her stuff on the moving truck today, and it left for California. :( She and devil-dog follow it on Wednesday.

Bye-bye, Kitten.. I'll miss you. And you be a good boy for her, buddy. :(

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Fair is fair

Finally! The written offer letter arrived this morning - I have until 9/6 to accept. I um... doubt it will take me that long. :)

They offer a complete teleworker office setup - desk, chair, cabinets, shelves, the whole bit, that I can order from a catalog. They pay for a dedicated phone line and for the high-speed internet hookup, too. I really have very little out of pocket to get started. And the terms are as expected, fair all the way around. Pay is reasonable, benefits seem good, I have to travel as needed for "face time", be available during certain working hours, etc. Seems fair. They even raised my vacation to 4 weeks without being asked, prorated for the rest of this year. *Very* fair.

Whew. I can breathe. :)

Now I just have to learn how to manage my time well without putting on a shirt and tie and driving to an office.


On another subject, the State Fair was.. more than fair. It was nice! Quite a bit bigger, cleaner and nicer than my former home state.

Some representative pictoral highlights follow.












Tuesday, August 28, 2007

LIFO, FIFO..

..schmifo.

Taught methods of inventory tonight. Ugh. This syllabus is all screwed up. They skip the chapters on Balance Sheet and Income Statement and then try to teach methods of determining your cost of goods sold. Why? Without the first two topics you don't even know to *care* about cost of goods sold..

Plus, this is a math class! It's not economics, it's not accounting.. it's math! Grr... if I teach this course again, I'll change a few things.

Next week we *finally* get to talk about cool stuff: measures of central tendency and measures of dispersion. Something exciting, you know? I mean, who doesn't like to discuss mean, median, mode, standard deviation, and the normal distribution? Ahh.. real math. :) Thrills my nerdy heart.

There's a beauty and a romance to math, you know.. Really!

Hey, as a little test, let's see if I can't throw together a quick bit of poetry just on the spur of the moment here about the beauty of math.. I pledge not to take more than 2 minutes, including editing.

Let's go with a haiku, since it uses a scheme of prime numbers for its syllables :) (5 + 7 + 5 = 17... all primes)


come and count with me
show to me your symmetry
let me take your sum


mmm... romantic, isn't it? Math can stir your blood if you let it..



Okaaaay. I'm sure I've lost some of you. ;)

So back to the practical. I heard from the recruiter today that the written offer letter I've been fretting over is hung up in New York awaiting one last signature. (sigh) It *will* come out, she says. Okay. At least it's a plausible explanation. And depending on how long it takes, I may be able to squeeze in my last interview at the little company in Southern WI before I have to say yes or no. I suppose that would be good.

Tomorrow, off to the state fair! Yay! Elephant ears! Cheese curds! Taffy apples! Farm animals! Spam burgers! (Really. Not to mention Ole and Lena's Hot Dish On A Stick.)

I'm sure I'll be ill on Thursday, but.. so what? I don't have to work! :) hahahahahahahahaha...

Like that's funny.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Sorbet or Small Group?

Which do I want to focus on today, food or church...

Oh, neither, I suppose. But they're both worth a quick mention.

Overnight guests on Thursday brought cantaloupe, and it didn't all get eaten, so ... what do you do with leftover cut-up melon? Just Google it and see! And sure enough, out came a splendid little recipe for cantaloupe sorbet - just fruit, sugar (maybe just a bit too much.. the melon was plenty sweet), a little orange juice, some salt, puree, pour into bowls and freeze. Yummy! :) Warm, it sort of had the texture of a smoothie, without the yogurt, but when frozen was verrrry sorbet-like. Easy, too.

Morrocan carrot soup coming up this week. With cardamom, ginger and ground pistachios.. mmmm. And maybe eggplant lasagna!

Mass Saturday was back at St. Rose's, and better than last week. They keep playing music there that brings back "good" Evangelical memories. It's odd, but nice. This time "You Are My Hiding Place" was the offertory, which I used to sing as part of a "round" years ago. Lovely. The priest at St. Rose's just loves to sing - loudly, and he's got a good voice. He leaves his mic on all the time, and I heard him throwing in spontaneous harmony lines on the Acclamation songs. Yay! If he can do it.. then so can I!

Church once again at Calvary, better than last week. Again asked some questions - continues to look like a good place to join, will probably do something with the younger couple we know from Milwaukee over next weekend. Perhaps they will invite us to join their small group Bible study? That'd be nice.

Still no written offer letter from the KC company as of Saturday's mail. :( Maybe Monday...

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Teresa's Crisis of Faith

This is stunning.

"I call, I cling, I want - and there is no one to answer - no one on whom I can cling - no, no one. - Alone ... where is my faith?"

"How can you assume the lover's ardor when he no longer grants you his voice, his touch, his very presence?"

"The more I want him - the less I am wanted"

Who would believe this of her? And yet..

to be able to live in complete doubt, but complete trust, at the same time, and

to have hidden it, kept so many from knowing her doubts, for so long, and

to still, even in the midst of the greatest dryness, retain the intense desire to believe..

hm.

This is really familiar.



I'm glad I haven't waited until after my death to begin to talk about my crisis of faith.

But I also wish I hadn't waited nearly 50 years to begin.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Waiting (updated)

No more waiting!! Yay!

The telecommuting offer is still good, and hard copy of the offer is en route.. plus the little company in Southern WI called.. they want me to visit. More later, after I enjoy my Sicilian barley soup and ratatouille salad.. :) (oh yeah, watermelon for dessert.)

There. Much better. :)

The ratatouille salad was marvelous! And colorful. :) (photo suitable for enlarging - just click)


Eggplant, green and yellow zucchini, orange and white bell peppers all coated with olive oil and baked until browned and soft. Then, tossed with feta & parmesan cheese and grape tomatoes and balsamic vinegar. Wow. Really good.

And the soup - mmmm. Maybe a little too much black pepper (when they say "to taste" - I just dump some in).. but some people would think there wasn't enough. Anyway, it was pretty, and good. Never got time to grill the sweet Italian sausage, though. Too many phone calls at 5 and 5:30. But, good phone calls! And hey - a vegetarian meal now and then isn't a bad thing. ;)

Okay. The latest. A hard offer to telecommute should be in hand by the weekend. Start date 9/17. Decent terms. So.. I called the grad school and cancelled the on-campus apartment. Whew! I wasn't looking forward to that. :( And now I can sign up for RCIA classes in fall, too, as it looks pretty likely I'll be here.

But no ordering the lawn service to fertilize for fall, and no ordering window treatments upper and lower, and no further unpacking in the basement until the little company in Southern WI has their say. There's one last thing to rule out - or accept - before any more is committed to at this house. But that will certainly be settled before 9/17, and before grad school classes start on 9/24.

Their HR guy is setting up a trip and interview itinerary, while the HR gal from the KC company is inquiring into the details of needed computer and office equipment at the house here. Still spinning multiple plates, but.. only two. :) And on only one path: transitioning to teaching, yes. But gradually, and with less debt.

(sigh) Good.

Good. Good.

I'm ready to work again. And study - systematic theology I, II, and III. :)




*****venting from earlier in the day*****

This is driving me crazy! :(

Grad school housing is calling, asking: when are you going to pick up your keys? Move in to the apartment?

I DON"T KNOW!!! (sorry for shouting..)

It's like singing tenor in choir. I just want to resolve this last suspended chord, you know? It's been sustained so long waiting for the Director to direct the ending! When will He wave the baton? I keep drawing little catch breaths to be able to keep singing, but...

At least I have mid-terms to grade, and ratatouille salad to prepare for tonight. SOMEthing!

Monday, August 20, 2007

A debtor to grace

We sang "Come Thou Fount" Sunday morning. Best part of the service.

The verse of that hymn that always grips me is this:

O to grace how great a debtor
daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
prone to leave the God I love;
here's my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it for thy courts above.

Even with a heart that's prone to wander from God, and wander from people I love, somehow God's grace overcomes that wanderlust, that tendency to drift. It redeems bad circumstances and even bad choices to produce good in and though me.

Some of you must get tired of hearing me bemoan my shortcomings and failings. It must seem to you that I dwell on them to the point where I begin to wear them like battle scars, badges of honor.

That's not it, really. It's just that the list of faults is so very long and pervasive, it's overwhelming to me on almost a daily basis, especially when juxtaposed against God's mercy and grace. Thinking about my uselessness to God and others tends to make me keenly aware of the amazing-ness of God's grace toward me, that grace which makes something good out of.. very little good.

In 2 Corinthians 12 Paul seemed to be bragging about his long list of weaknesses, too. Even when he pleaded with God to give him some relief from one of his trials, God said no - but kept him in suffering mode. He says: "But He said to me, 'My grace is enough for you. When you are weak, My power is made perfect in you.' So I am very happy to brag about my weaknesses. Then Christ's power can live in me."

I'm amazed at the mercy of God, His unconditional love, and the kind extention of His grace toward me - for no good reason other than.. He chooses to give it.

Again from Paul in Ephesians 2: "But God's mercy is great, and he loved us very much. Though we were spiritually dead because of the things we did against God, he gave us new life with Christ. You have been saved by God's grace."

The more amazed I am at His mercy and grace toward me.. the more I can show mercy and grace to others who need it.

Saturday, August 18, 2007

You're *how* old? No way...

Yes, way!



I found myself having this internal conversation this morning as I was washing up:

> Look at you. You're 51 years old.

~ I am not.

> Are too.

~ No way! I don't care what it looks like on the outside. On the inside I'm not even 30 yet!

> You are so full of it. Why can't you accept this? You are *not* in your twenties anymore.

~ Yeah, but even the mirror should tell you that I'm in nearly the best shape of my life, except for that brief window in college..

> You looked verrrrry different in college.

~ Okay.. I was scrawny then. I'm more muscular now: I can chin myself for the first time ever. And so my hair is distributed a little differently. ;) So what? I can run faster and longer now than I could in high school! Did you check my mile run time yesterday?

> You mean you can't see any "other" changes that have happened since college?

~ Sure I can! But.. you're implying they're all bad! Some are really good changes. The wrinkles by the eyes, for instance. ;)

> Oh, right. Except the eyes don't focus like they used to, do they?

~ Hey. Lots of people need glasses - even when they're young. Gosh-o-Pete, dipstick! Where's your sense of humor?? :) Remember Sinatra's "Man in the Looking Glass" from his "September of My Years"?

> He *had* to sing that one, stupid, just for some comic relief! Otherwise he would have cried through the whole "getting old" album. I think you're fooling yourself, knothead. Your body isn't the same, and what's more.. you are different inside, too. C'mon.. admit it..

~ Oh, dry up! Killjoy.. Give me a sec to think of a snappy comeback.

> Take your time. I know you don't think as fast as you used to..

~ &$*% $#^!

> Hm. Maybe you are still a child.

~ Alright, how about my increased vitality vis-a-vis my 40's? Clearer recognition of my limits vis-a-vis my 30's? And the increased softness of the heart vis-a-vis my 20's?

> Wellll.. you're softer all right. I don't have to remind you of where. Take your pick.




At this point, we *both* took a time out, and I started to think about how it is that you change.. without changing. It may be mostly in how you view life differently, how you react to life differently, from a vantage point of 30 years later.

I think that in my twenties I looked at life as an onrushing tide. It just kept coming, and I was still learning how to swim. Metaphorically, of course. I still can't swim in real life. Hm. Maybe there's a connection..

Anyway, I was focused then on trying to be what I thought an adult should be, handling my responsibilities, trying to function without a lot of help from others, trying to get ahead a little bit, save some money, get a car that would stop breaking down all the time, buy a decent recliner instead of that grungy Salvation Army thing I had in college. You know, just.. grow up. :)

And adult life was all new, and different, and unpredictable - with no parental buffer to shield me from the hardness of it. I sort of stood there fascinated by it, but helpless to stop it, and so.. just dove in and tried to swim, with an attitude of "C'mon, life.. let's go! I might as well see what you're all about. No sense just standing here. Show me what you've got."

Now, after seeing almost everything life has to offer, good and bad, sometimes two, three, nine or fourteen times over.. I don't embrace the onrushing tide as much, even though it does still keep on coming - it doesn't stop. But I kind of want to get up on the dock more often and just try to observe it, pull together those observations, and ... make sense of it! :)

I want to *understand* life now. Back then I just wanted to live it and get on with the process of mastering adulthood. Now I want to know WHY things are the way they are. Then I just wanted to do it the way you were supposed to. Now I want to know if what I *thought* was correct.. really is. Are there alternatives to how I lived that I didn't consider, but might have? And possibly.. still can?

It's not so much "am I doing this the right way or the wrong way?" as it is "have I made a positive difference to anyone? Can I still?" At this age, I wonder *why* I'm doing what I'm doing, and what really matters? Back in the day, I was pretty much already convinced of what really mattered, even though I hadn't yet lived it to know for myself. But, I sure set out to try.

So yeah.. I'm different inside *and* out. I've changed.

But.. for the worse? Or for the better?

Would I go back to my twenties and live them again? Noooo. No way. Not unless I could take my current mind (and heart) back with me. The current body.. oh.. I guess you can keep it. I'll, um... grow into it again later. :)

In the meantime it's time for some strength training. They say you lose muscle as you age. But hey.. not if I can help it!

Friday, August 17, 2007

Back into the kitchen

two days ago.. to make lentil soup. :) mmmm...

So it's summer, so it's *soup* in the summer, so what? I'm the cook right now, and I can make what I want, when I want. :P And I wanted soup. So there.

I was surprised how fast lentils cook! I thought they'd take forever, like pinto beans do. Nope! They just plumped right up in about half an hour. I made a double batch and had to improvise a little when I didn't have enough tomato sauce. So... tomato paste is about the same thing, right? Just add some extra water, right? And the beef broth I used was a concentrate, which the recipe didn't call for, but it's the same stuff, right? Just some extra water, right?

A *lot* of extra water.

But mmm.. throw in some extra cut up bratwurst that I had grilled for my lunch.. nice. Real nice. Fresh beans from the market, and.. a healthy & hearty dinner. And the rest of the soup.. in the freezer! :)

I was a little nervous about the onion-chopping part. But I didn't tear up for those any more than I do for no good reason at all, so.. I guess I can handle a little onion. ;) Easier to handle than the rest of my life. :)

Yesterday, some marinated chicken breasts (lemon and garlic), grill them out with sweet corn, some early season baby watermelon.. mmm, yeah. Today, fish (it's Friday), with lemony snowpeas. :)

And back to onion-chopping Saturday, too. Lots of onions. Plus carrot chopping, celery chopping, mushroom chopping, thyme and parsley chopping, etc. I'm going to try my hand at making some vegetarian soup stock from a mediterranean cookbook I laid my hands on recently. Most will go into the freezer for future use in other soup recipes from the book. There's a Moroccan carrot soup recipe in there that sounds just oooh, de-lish. Then there's Sicilian barley, tomato fennel, minestrone, lentil & escarole.. I could go on and on.

But soon, I hope, I'll have to go back to work and to school and let cooking become a newfound hobby instead of a quasi-occupation several days a week. It sure has been fun! Beats grading papers any day. :( Which I have to get to today, too. Grades are due from my just-ended Monday class.

Wish I could get some resolution on the job front. Talked to the small company in Southern WI yesterday. They have been interviewing others, and are at the point now where they will decide what to do. The HR guy is supposed to call today..

Then I had my arm twisted last night on the phone by the hiring manager from KC on the telecommuter job. He wants pretty badly to make it a job in KC - needs a successor. Offered an extra $15K and a better bonus, more vacation, full relo program. He was very disappointed when I said that money and position isn't the issue at this point (couldn't believe my own ears! Is that me talking?) - what matters is making a solid contribution, enjoying what I'm doing, and having my family affairs in a good place. To me the telecommuting job does that. He was disappointed.. and who knows? I may have lost the telecommuter offer, too. :(

Until these things resolve, I wait. And cook.

At least it's been cool enough to start running in the morning again, so I can run off all of this stuff I'm cooking! One mile loop yesterday and today. I could tell it's been a while. Oof. :(

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Missing pieces

"When you love something, every time a bit of it goes..
you lose a piece of yourself."

----- Jodie Foster in "The Brave One"


And the greater the love you have for what goes away, the bigger the piece of yourself you lose. The point isn't whether you *should* have loved the person or thing.. just that you did. And if many people or things leave .. one right after another .. you lose a *lot* of yourself.

You have to work with what you have left. And the people you know may not recognize what's left of you - you don't seem the same to them. That's because you're not. Some of what they knew of you is gone, and they see you compensating for that loss with what remains, plus what you slowly add to yourself to make up for the loss. You change - and they see it. But they don't know all the reasons why.

Since the end of 1999, many things I loved, for right or wrong, and some people I loved, have gone away. And some of the new that I've added (for right or wrong) - have also left, have come and gone. I've gained (for a while).. and lost again. I really haven't gotten used to what I'm missing and all the new parts yet. The changes (some gains, mostly losses) have just kept coming - too fast to adjust well. It's like swapping out styles of artificial limbs before you really learn how to use them. It'd be good if everything just got stable for a while, and I could gain some self-mastery again - this time over the revised me.

I'll never be the same as I was - the losses are too big. But maybe the new version will be an acceptable susbtitute for people. I'll certainly have to learn to accept it, won't I?

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Can you have faith... (part last - I think)

...and still doubt?

Hebrews 11:1 "Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see." (NIV)

This just happened to be the reading from the epistles Saturday at Mass. It was about the best part of the service, but the quality of the service notwithstanding... I still heard something I needed to hear. :)

Being sure? Being certain? Sounds like... having firm conviction, complete confidence, without any doubt. But - being sure of what is only in the *hope* category at this stage? Being certain... of what I can't see in front of me?

Man, this is not easy.

Didn't sincere men of God doubt at times? Job doubted the goodness of God's intentions toward him, David doubted God's desire to rescue him from his enemies. Neither doubted His ability... they doubted his motives! Their doubt was an assault on His character!

Peter, the man Jesus used to anchor the building of His church, doubted a lot. He was mostly fearful of circumstances around him (wind, waves, poverty, perception, persecution, ridicule), but what he really doubted was God's ability to transcend those circumstances on his behalf.

Yet they were all known as men of faith and devotion to God, men who had God's favor and blessing.

When did they doubt? Not when things were going well. They doubted when under duress, when in crisis, when in deprivation, when in fear of the future.

So there you go. Me, too.

Suffering, problems, trials... even "faith heroes" doubt God under those circumstances. But as we get through those times of doubt and trouble, our character develops, our hope in God is strengthened, our faith in His love toward us is made sure.

Romans 5:3-5 says:

"We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance. And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation. And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love."

So, I guess I won't feel bad about my doubts - nor about expressing them, here or anywhere else. After all... I'm in good company. :)

And, under good care. Even while doubting the One who cares for me.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Can you have faith... (part 2)

...without a need?

I'm reading this book on the will of God, in which the author argues that God's *specific* will for an individual is only revealed as life moves along, one door, one turn at a time - visible in its entirety only in hindsight. It's a good book, and makes me feel less anxiety about missing His willl by not making "the correct decision" right now on job, school, location. He argues that, when we look back on life, we will see that we *have* followed God's will for us, though we didn't explicitly choose it every time we had a choice to make - He just worked it out for us. :)

But he also says that for us to exercise faith at all, we must have a need - a need that we will admit we can't meet without outside help. It's a precondition for exercising faith. He says:

"Faith acknowledges need. Self-possessed people do not feel the need to live by faith because they are confident in themselves and their own human powers. In my mind such confidence is vain and foolish, for people are by nature dependent - on the natural world for food, air, water, and heat; on the social world for education, support, and love; and on the spiritual world for forgiveness, meaning and purpose. Evelyn Underhill comments on this dependence: 'I cannot by myself handle and purify the confusing energy of my half-evolved nature. I cannot really keep my resolutions, really govern my desires, set my life in order, cleanse my memory of all self-pity and all resentments, or kill self-love, self-interest, and self-will by myself. I acknowledge my need of help far beyond myself.' "

-----Jerry Sittser, "The Will of God as a Way of Life"



Need? Oh, yeah. That I have. Only some of which is material. Much is emotional and spiritual. Yup. Lots of need all right. But faith? That's not in such great supply. And yet I know that I don't need much faith, just a little will do. It's the *object* of my faith that matters, not the amount of my faith. So I regularly cry out (with the father in Mark 9:24, whose child was ill): "Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!"



How about you, dear reader? Do you have (and admit to) needs in your life that you can't meet by yourself?

If you don't, how can you exercise faith in *anything* (anything other than yourself, that is)? Do you believe instead in your own sufficiency for handling whatever comes your way without help (including some overwhelming situation you have not yet faced - but surely will)?

If you do have needs and can admit them, do you have faith in Something or Someone larger than yourself, Who is able (and desires) to come to your aid? If so, do you then act on that faith and request that aid, trusting that it will come?

Or do you struggle vainly on your own, as if you were someone who didn't need outside help, but all the while knowing that you do?



Boy, that last sounds way too much like me. :(

So, blog author.. hear yourself! Have faith in a God of grace:

"Grace is the action of God bringing to pass in our lives good things that we neither deserve nor can accomplish on our own."

----- Richard Foster

Monday, August 13, 2007

Can you have faith... (part 1)

...in specific outcomes?

or is faith necessarily general in nature, and in a person or object, rather than an outcome?

In my case, particularly, can I have faith that I will be provided a job that will be stable enough allow me to still pursue grad school and facilitate a career change in a few years, getting financial affairs in good enough shape to make that change work smoothly, while in the meantime be something that I can at least somewhat enjoy doing with reasonably good motives?

*That* specific?

I don't know..

Seems to me that the faith that I see in the Bible is faith that is in a *person*, not in an outcome. The faith I see there is faith that trusts that person's (God's) virtuous character, strength of ability, and clear willingness to help. But even with that kind of belief, the people who showed faith still seemed to allow for God to do as He wished, not expecting Him to snap to, and get busy with what they asked for. And often, the result exceeded the help they wanted in the first place.

Yes, the need was specific, but the faith seemed to be general; the need was for an outcome, but the faith was in the person being asked for help.

Do I believe in God's virtuous character, strength of ability, and clear willingness to help? Yup. That kind of faith I have. But nothing more specific than that.

I may have a desire for a certain outcome, but.. no faith at all that God will give me that outcome. Only faith that He is gracious, kind, willing and able to help - as He sees fit, but in my best long-term (read: eternal) best interests.

Is that enough?

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Coincidence?

First, a disclaimer (a long disclaimer):

I think it's getting to be the right time to reiterate what this blog is supposed to be, and what it's not.

Weblogs in general are kind of like diaries, or if you're a grownup, like keeping a journal, but online where others can see it. So you try to be free with your thoughts to keep true to what a diary or journal is for: to get your thoughts into words in the hopes that you can understand things better. For some people, like me, writing is cathartic, theraputic, all by itself, whether someone reads it or not. It helps me think and process stuff better if I write about it.

But on the other hand, doing this online is like keeping a diary and knowing that your pesky little brother has a key to it, so how free with your thoughts are you going to be, really? And if now and then you get a little *too* free with your thoughts, like how you feel when you are kissing the person you're dating... your little brother is probably going to give you grief about it. So.. you guard your words a bit. Unless in your enthusiasm you slip up, get too specific, and then he reads it, is shocked, goes and tells mommy, and you get grounded for having such thoughts at your age! ;) (Of course mommy herself had those same thoughts at your age, too - just never wrote them down where anyone could see!) :P

So.. what's here serves multiple purposes. For those of you who are friends and family, it provides a little news - status reports on how things are going. But it also is a bit like a webcam into my head. You sometimes see things there you would rather not have seen, as if you pulled up a construction site webcam that you look at from time to time to note progress of the facility, and unexpectedly saw someone in their underwear close up who should *never* be seen in their underwear, you know? Too much information, scary information no less, and in the wrong place.

That's because the second purpose is: I put my feelings here, my worries, fears, hopes, dreams, joys, simple pleasures, mistakes.. all that stuff. I will continue to do that because it's helpful - to ME! It may or may not be helpful to you. But that's not why I write - at least not here. But I don't mind if you watch the webcam into my head and heart. Just don't be surprised if now and then I'm in my underwear. Metaphorically speaking... I won't post pictures. You're welcome. ;)

What this blog isn't... is a teaching tool. While I teach instinctively, and want to vocationally as well, this.. isn't it. These are my musings. Sometimes they develop into mini-lectures, little homilies. Can't help it, it's how I think. But all I'm doing is thinking online. The ideas here are mostly half-cooked, still in process, developing. When they become a finished product they get printed and put into a file for the next adult or Sr. High class I teach. :)

Like I told my Sr. High classes, if you want to read Solomon's teaching principles for how life works, read Proverbs. If you want to see his musings on life, his frustrations with it, questions about it, conclusions about it, read Ecclesiastes. Proverbs is his textbook. Ecclesiastes is his blog. This is a blog, not a textbook.

Okay, disclaimer over. On to the coincidence.



Our streak of pastorless worship services continues. :( The Baptist church down the street had a guest speaker today. But! So did the Catholic church yesterday, so there! :P But what is it with people here? Does everyone vacation in July and August? It's crazy! "Hey, stupid!" you might say, "you're on vacation all the time right now, remember? Why should you complain?" Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm still unemployed. I guess that qualifies as vacation. But I'm ready to go back home now. Can we be done with vacation?

But the guy who preached did a great job on grace from Romans 5. He's on staff apparently, in a "community life" pastor role, whatever that is. It sounded a bit like a customer satisfaction sort of job. Leave it to the Evangelicals to think like marketers, and the parishioners like consumers. Grr...

But he had good things to say, and I learned something. Unlike at Mass yesterday, which was pretty flat. I don't think I'll go back to that service. The liturgy was still rich - they couldn't suck the life out of that part. But even a rousing Andre' Crouch gospel song (with harmony, no less!) they used as a closer came off lifeless. Too bad. Anyway, the fill-in guy used a phrase I liked to describe the Christian life. It was "apprenticing under Jesus." Yeah. I get that. :)

Music at "Baptist World" today, though.. woooboy! Rock band. Big sound. The guy who played lead sounded just like The Edge from U2. But - no way was it performance oriented. Not at all. Limited solo work, lots of congregational singing. Verrry worshipful, and the songs were content-rich. Best contemporary worship I've seen in this community yet. They handled announcements well - not distracting or disruptive. Nicely done, and respectful of God all 'round. And, one of my upcoming profs (Systematic Theology III come Spring) goes here and filled the pulpit 3 weeks ago (while, yes, the pastor was vacationing - again.)

The best part, though, was a happy coincidence! A young couple we knew from our old church in SE WI was there today! They recognized us and came over, and after talking, turns out they live about 3 blocks away! The guy got his MATS from Bethel a couple of years ago, and now is an adjunct there doing a few classes while finishing his doctoral dissertation (which degree is from Marquette!)

So.. new friends! Woo. And, we may just have found a church home. :)

Saturday, August 11, 2007

The days of this life

"The days of this life are short and evil, full of sorrow and misery, where a person is

stained with many sins,
ensnared by many passions,
bound by many fears,
swollen by many cares,
distracted by many curiosities,
entangled by many vanities,
surrounded by many mistakes,
weakened by many effort,
weighed down by temptations,
sopped by pleasures,
tormented by wants.

Oh, when will there be an end to all these things that have gone awry in God's plan?"


----- Thomas a' Kempis, "The Imitation of Christ", ca. 1418

Friday, August 10, 2007

Good news and ... no news. Is that bad news?

No word back today from the little company in Southern WI. Pooh. I was hoping they'd be wanting to set up an in-person visit. Yeah, the CEO just got back yesterday from 8 days away, so I'm sure he's got other priorities. But I emailed this morning to just check in.. was hoping for at least a grunt. :(

And I was supposed to talk with the hiring manager for the telecommuter job sometime this week, too, just to get a better feel for the details of the job, and his expectations for travel, initial priorities, etc. Pam the recruiter was trying to get a call scheduled, but.. no soap.

So is no news bad news? on either front? I'm feeling neglected. :(

In the good news department, no offer will be forthcoming from Central Wisconsin. Yay! :) I didn't want to have to consider that one anyway, given there's no seminary there for me to continue grad school. Whew!

Also good news: I don't have to make dinner tonight! Yay! :) Not that I've minded - I've enjoyed it. Some might say enjoyed it a little *too* much. ;) But, the reason that's good news is that D got her first paycheck today. Yay! :) So we go out for the first time in about 6 weeks. Dinner at Baker's Square and then The Bourne Ultimatum. :)

Tomorrow, Mass at a new place. Anybody ever heard of a St. Odilia? Pretty obscure, but I suppose it's a challenge to name Catholic parishes after a while without resorting to Roman numerals (St. John IX, Immaculate Heart of Mary IV, Corpus Christi III, etc.)

More on that later, in my usual post with observations and impressions of church for the week.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Mmm, c'est bon! (airline edit)

(For those of you who by your anonymous (and unpublished) comments think that the sensuality of cooking is adversely affecting my sense of decorum.. here's a pg-rated version of the earlier post. Henceforth I'll post a warning if reader discretion is advised.)

While grocery shopping today (yes, I know I'm late - normally market day is Tuesday, but we had company over) I'm wandering the produce department looking for something to grab me by the neck and shout "buy me!" with no such luck so far, and then.. the strawberries sort of flirted with me. ;) They weren't priced low enough to have a line of boys waiting, but ripe, red, lush and juicy that they were, they certainly looked attractive enough to pull off a line like "hey, there mister: what are you lookin' at?" when they knew darn well it was *them* I was eyeing up. Typical of berries who know they're cute..

So, I put my arm around a pound box of those babies, and sure enough, they came home with daddy. :) Mmmhmm.

But then inspiration struck! Oh! Dessert! Yes, perhaps..

Sure enough there were french crepes not far away, and on the back of the package... a recipe. :) So I take quick mental stock of what's in the cupboards and what I need at the store, and.. home I go with a glint in my eyes. Those berries will never be the same. ;)

Besides, the entree' was leftover chicken breasts from Olive Garden the night before, courtesy of Grandma and two nieces who have no appetite. So, besides a fresh vegetable, what am I contributing tonight, anyway? I have to do SOMEthing creative!

Okay, then.. chocolate mousse made from scratch. :) Why not? Let's see now, heavy whipping cream. Beat .. until .. peaks .. appear. Hm. Okaaayyy.. Will it be obvious?

Big bowl, pour in the cream, doesn't say to add anything, so.. electric beaters in the cream, start on low, turn up to high.. so far so good.

Hm. Nothing's changing. Three minutes. Five minutes.. How long do you BEAT this stuff!!??!?!? Seven minutes.. jeepers, this is taking forever. My forearm hurts. :( Oh, now *finally* it's thickening. And woah! All of a sudden it's getting really thick and clumpy. Wow. But where's the peaks? It just looks like pillars of cottage cheese now. This can't be right. I'd better stop. Hm.

Well.. it is what it is. :) Let's try the chocolate part. Pudding mix, some espresso, milk.. blend.. hm. Clumping again. Pillars of chocolate cottage cheese. What IS this with the clumping!?!? Okay, so for the cup of milk the pudding mix wanted, I used up the rest of the whipping cream and then a little 1% to make up the rest of the cupful, and - maybe I wasn't supposed to do that? Ahhh, who cares? Stop with the beating already. Hold back some whipped cream for garnish, and blend the rest in with the chocolate mix. Lick the spoon and see.

Ohhhh YEAH, baby! Now *that's* chocolate mousse!

But why just chocolate and strawberries, how about one with chocolate and blueberries?? Have some to eat up anyway.. and oh! I have some blueberry yogurt. Yoplait, no less. That's French, right?

So the finished product: two crepes per plate, one with strawberries and whipped cream as garnish on the top (with the chocolate mousse and more strawberries inside, of course), and the other with blueberries & chocolate instead, inside and out. The second plate had a strawberry chocolate one, and a blueberry one with blueberry yogurt inside instead of chocolate.

Lovely. :)

French crepes done well on the first try. Tres bon!

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Account number, please?

Some HR person (from the firm with a verbal offer on the table) called to ask a bunch of questions about my home office space.

Is it ergonomically correct? (I don't know.. my back gets stiff now and then. Is this a sign?)

Is your internet DSL or cable? (cable)

Is your phone bundled with the internet? (yup)

What's the vendor's name? (Comcast)

The name on the account and the number? (hey... aren't we getting a little personal? You haven't sent me a written offer yet, and I haven't accepted! Gee.. it's like asking a girl for her underwear size when you haven't even... you know?? Fresh!!!)

What kind of equipment do you need? (you mean besides a windows-based computer? Um... gee, what do *you* think I should have? I'd kind of like to have a web-cam for video conferencing. That'd be fun.)

There's some person who handles all that stuff who will contact me with procedures. Apparently my first day will be in Kansas City and I will have a trunk full of equipment to haul back with me, so I guess I'll be driving. :) If I accept! Let's all just remember that..

Well, anyway, I guess by middle of next week they should have the offer out to me.

In the meantime the HR guy from Southcentral WI emailed and said "back in the office Tuesday - president is back on Thursday - we'll be in touch sometime this week." Okay.. don't drag your feet here.. I have an offer coming! Supposedly.

Nothing back from Central WI yet. Not that I'm expecting anything from them.

The seminary called - orientation for Fall is coming up, and a packet is en route to me re: books, parking, etc. :) Yay! Systematic Theology I on Tuesday nights. Woo.

Until then, I start another Math class as an adjunct professor tonight. It should wrap up the week before my Seminary classes start. The final exam for my Monday night students is next week, then done with that. After this new one, then no teaching until Winter - if I even have the capacity then. At this point I have no idea how demanding my grad school class will be. Hope it's not too reading-heavy, but more writing-heavy. I like writing. Can you tell? ;)

Monday, August 06, 2007

Back to the old (new) routine

So, after church Sunday, and typing up a looooong blog entry (as those of you who dutifully waded through it already know), it was time to get back into the rhythm of life in the slow lane. :)

A workout was definitely in order. Muscles were feeling a bit spongy. But not anymore! Owww...

Then, I used Google maps to print out directions to and from the Mall for the visiting female relatives about to invade and take over the house.. Oh, I love their new feature where if you don't care for the route, you can grab and drag the route line and make it go via a different highway. Sure helps when they first try to route you over a bridge that doesn't exist anymore as of last week. :(

All of a sudden it was time to start dinner, since it will bake for an hour and a half. Mmm... meat loaf. :) Good! With fresh green & wax beans and butter. Ahhh. So? What does Betty say about this? Let's look:

Hmmm. Since it was really beef loaf, without the pork and veal, Betty (and D) said to ignore the spicing as shown. Cut the mustard, celery salt, worchestershire (sp?) sauce, etc.. and go straight to the horseradish and catsup. Umm... sorry Betty. No horseradish for me! (unless of course it's passover, because then I *have* to, so that I can remember the bitterness of captivity and weep convincingly. But voluntarily? Ugh.) D said to just go with salt, pepper, allspice and chopped onion. But hey, why stop there?!?!? :)

Could some Lawry's seasoned salt be that bad? I mean, it's good on steak.. And you put mustard on hamburgers (or at least some people do) - why not a pinch of dried mustard in beef loaf? And if adding one egg to the batter is good, wouldn't two be even better? Instead of just milk to mix with the breadcrumbs, why not some oh-so-creamy half and half? And would one good shake of paprika be so terrible? That, plus a little diced yellow bell pepper? How bad could this be, really? Cutting up half a stick of butter, and pressing it into the top of the loaf when it's just about to go into the oven, should cover up a multitude of sins. And yes, I thought about oregano, cilantro, basil... but I think for this first time I really should draw the line somewhere. ;)

Once dinner was in the oven.. time to clean the bathrooms. Oh boy! It has been a while. But just hand me the Comet, Softscrub, Windex, and a brush, sponge and paper towel, and... let me at 'em! You don't forget how; it's like riding a bicycle.. (and I perspire about the same amount, too.) Ooh. Do they sparkle!

Hey! What's that squealing noise? Smoke alarm? What the.. ??

Oh, crap! The butter's running over and burning on the bottom of the oven. Look at that smoke, will ya? Where are the fans? Quick, open the windows! Jeepers.. who knew it would do that?? I should have put a cookie sheet under the loaf pan. Dang it. Rookie mistake. :( Oh well... live and learn. House still smells a little "burnt" this morning. :(

But boy, did it taste good! :) mmm.. Maybe some sweet green chiles next time, with a tad less seasoned salt. :)

After dinner finally a chance to sit and read the paper with a glass (or three) of wine. I think I'm calming down. Life is good in the slow lane. :) At least when there's no fire to put out.. :P

Sunday, August 05, 2007

Distinctives and questions (updated)

Didn't make it back from visiting family in time to make the 4:30 mass Saturday at either St. Rose's or St. Margaret Mary this week, but was able to get to a 5:00 mass here.

Once again, a much different place than the others I've visited. Do all parishes have this much distincitveness from each other? For some reason I thought that the liturgy made Catholic parishes more... what, uniform?... than Evangelical churches. Nope. :)

This congregation, for instance, was much more enthically diverse than the other two. And, they had a choir. And, they had very different music than the others.

Not to mention that there were no kneelers! What's up with that? I wanted some! It was a hard tile floor.. :(

And, instead of a basin with holy water in it where you enter, there was what looked like a cross-shaped baptismal tank? The thing had steps in it. It had to be for baptising. And it was full of water.. but nobody got dunked today, so.. what's up with that? And I felt kind of dumb wanting to reach down in there to wet my fingers to make the sign of the cross, but... there wasn't anything else around. Weird.

This is also the first place where I've noticed that some people, when they take the Eucharist, will eat the bread (read: wafer - kinda crunchy. Sort of like a corn chip. Hm.) but they walk right past the cup. What's up with that? Why would you take the body but not the blood of Christ? It's like being only halfway forgiven? I don't get it.

A cool thing, though, was when they brought up the "gifts", as they call them. I'm still not sure I follow that notion. Some family brought up the weekly money offerings in a basket for the priest to receive and give thanks for. Plus, they bought up the bread and wine, and they referred to them all as "gifts", like the bread and wine were offerings, too. I read about this somewhere, but I'm not sure I follow.

I thought we celebrate the gift of Jesus' body and blood given for *us*, not the other way around. But the whole Eucharist ceremony seems like a sacrifice, and I think they even call it that. I suppose that's consistent with Paul's command in Romans to "offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, acceptable unto God, which is your spiritual worship." I have to think about that whole business some more.

But where was I going with this? Oh! Yeah. When the priest received the gifts, he gave thanks for them, and the form of his prayer was just like the wording of the Seder blessing for the ritual foods (among which are wine and matzoh). It was cool. :) It connected nicely with Passover, as it should.

So, a very different mass this week. And now, this morning, after the "contemporary" church service at the Baptist church, I have even more comparisons to draw. :)

The Catholic priest was not a natural preacher, that's for sure. Poor guy. He struggled. Thankfully he knocked off after 10 minutes. :) And I thought he really missed an opportunity this week. The Gospel reading was Jesus' parable of the guy who tore down his old barns and built new ones, since he was so prosperous. And the punch line to the story is "You fool, this very night your life will be required of you - then who will enjoy all you've accumulated?"

Boy, with the 35W bridge collapse this week, what a great segue that Scripture makes to a discussion about the brevity of life and the need to keep short accounts with God. But he blew right past it. I sure know what homily *I* would have given. You have people's attention this week on that subject, man - use it!

The Baptist church had a guest speaker this week. That makes the 6th time out of seven weeks of visiting Evangelical churches that the regular pastor has been on vacation. What's up with that? I know it's summer and that season doesn't last long here, but.. c'mon! Which brings up a question: do priests take vacation? They seem to always be around, never gone.

Hey, I don't know this stuff! Stop laughing..

Anyway, the guest speaker was no prize either in the preaching department. But, unlike the priest, he went on rambling for 40 minutes. :( Honestly, there was a point where it got offensive to me. When he turned it into a slideshow of *his* ministry, it became a workshop, not worship. And this has happened in Evangelical churches wherever I've gone. I hate it, just hate it!

I can't imagine Catholics even thinking of such a thing - inserting 40 minutes of ministry description in the middle of the liturgy! To me they have too much respect for the Eucharist, the ministry of the Word, and being in the presence of the Holy, to entertain such a notion.. but the Evangelicals don't think twice about it. The lack of respect for worship galls me.

But! They did sieze the opportunity at the opening of the service to focus attention on the tragic events of the week, where the Catholics nearly blew that off completely. The Baptist worship leader gently brought people to prayer and to meditation on those who were suffering, and then led the congregation in the Lord's Prayer (which the Catholics call the "Our Father", but - same difference. I think I like the Catholic cadence to it better, even though I find myself sort of blending the two in my own goofy way.)

And the music today. Waaaaaay better, thank you. It was contemporary, yes, and still too performance-based for my liking (not enough opportunity for the congregation to sing) but at least it had some depth to it. No namby-pamby choruses and fluff pieces. They started with the Doxology, took it realllll slooooow, and cranked up the organ to swell the ending. And as the last chord hung in the air, the drums and bass kicked in to a good Lincoln Brewster praise tune. The worship leader did pump the crowd a bit too much, though. We're not at a concert, here..

Then some more older hymns (This Is My Father's World, Nothing But The Blood of Jesus) and a newer one that is really rich (How Deep The Father's Love For Us) which were all done in a contemporary style - modern chord structures, rhythms and singing styles that you could easily hear on a top 40 radio station right now. Nicely done that way. Contemporary, yes, but with depth.

An extra little plus today was that it was the first Sunday of the month, so they had Communion. Those Evangelicals! Can't have too much of a good thing, you know - everything in moderation, including Communion. It did make the comparison to the Eucharist the day before a little easier, though. Again, the Evangelicals took a more casual approach to things. Much less preparation, contemplation, or serious engagement. And, as usual, there's no need to leave your seat. You pass the plates and serve yourself. Feels more like a family dinner and a toast in Jesus' honor, than a humbling and reinforcing experience of forgiveness directly from Jesus. And I suppose... that's about the difference.

So, next week, St. Rose's at 4:30 on Saturday, and Calvary's sister church down the street the other direction at 10AM Sunday. Contemporary again - that's all they do there, I guess. Hmmm... wonder if we'll get to see the actual regular preacher, and get our batting average up to .250?

Oh, and... shorts today again, and not just on me! :) Same with the Catholic church. No dress code at either. Yay!

And to wrap up, here is a postscript that gets me excited. :)

Finally, Evangelicals are getting what Catholics and others have appreciated for some time, that as stewards of God's creation, we have a responsibility to care for the physical world around us, in part because of God's original mandate to Adam to "till and keep" that which He gave him.

Take a look:

http://www.restoringeden.org/

Thanks to my niece, Liz, for this URL Saturday. :)

Friday, August 03, 2007

God has a plan for my life

Oh yeah? Is that so?

Who says?

Oh you mean the prophet Jeremiah, where he says: "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." (Jer. 29:11) ... *that* plan?

Never mind that this message was directed by God specifically "to all those I carried into exile from Jerusalem to Babylon" (v.4) and was pointing to when the 70 years of exile would be up and some of the people would return to rebuild the city of Jerusalem. Never mind that. Somehow Evangelicals have generalized this verse to apply to all believers, all the time.

But how about an alternative?

Maybe instead of having a specific "plan" that involves discerning and then choosing the correct door (by the way, I'm about to go into interviews for door #2 in about an hour - and door #1 seemed to swing open yesterday), lest you find a goat there instead of a grand prize...

Maybe rather He has some good works prepared for me to do, and THAT'S His plan for my life: go do what He's prepared me to do, in His name and on His behalf.

Maybe it's really more like Ephesians 2:10: "For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do."

Hm. I mean, if I'm doing those good works, how far off from the plan of God for my life can that really be?

And maybe what He's "prepared us for" through personality, aptitude and life experience, is the kind of thing that Jesus talked about in Matthew 25. Attending to Him, attending to the affairs of His Kingdom, attending to the needs of others around us in His name.

Maybe life choices are as simple as that? Attending to what matters in the long run, but attending to it... daily?

Can it be as simple as Jesus said in Matthew 6: 31-34?

“So don’t worry about these things, saying, ‘What will we eat? What will we drink? What will we wear?’ These things dominate the thoughts of unbelievers, but your heavenly Father already knows all your needs. Seek the Kingdom of God above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need.

“So don’t worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries. Today’s trouble is enough for today."

Um, yeah. That last part I get.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Kuchemeister

That's me, baby.

Yesterday the refrigerator was dying, and the repair guy couldn't come until around 6:30, and it's market day but no place to put perishables, and there's a tired (and possibly cranky!) spouse coming home from work at 5:15, so... what's a guy to do?

Well, farmer's market sweet corn is okay on the counter for a few hours, as are the fresh raspberries. That chuck steak in the freezer isn't getting any younger, and is going to get a lot warmer soon when the guy comes, so.. let's do a little experiment with a marinade and see if we can't have everything ready to go by 5:30 so we can eat before the guy gets here.

Soon it's 5:36 and the corn is done, the berries are dished, the fuzzy navel is poured, table is set, flowers in the vase... no spouse. Fold arms. Tap foot. Repeat. Well, the steak still needs four minutes yet. Hmm.

5:45, pray, sit, and ahhh... yummy steak, and not too bad for the first time at sweet corn, either. :)

So today the boy gets creative. After the fridge got fixed last night (just a broken fan) I went off for the perishables, and got a nice deal on boneless thick-cut pork chops ($2.49/lb.), so... a little variation on Betty Crocker to make the most of what's on hand, and: fruit-stuffed pork chops! The balance of the sweet corn, with low-carb ice cream bars for dessert.

Okay, so I used bread crumbs and granola instead of dried bread cubes, and lime juice instead of orange juice in the stuffing. So? It just has to taste good. :) They'll go in the oven at 4:30, should be on the table by 6. We'll see..

Hey... where's my apron?

:)

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Epilogue: Mmmm. :)

After an hour in the oven, the house smelled of cinnamon, apples & raisins. And such a nice taste to the pork, good consistency to the improvised "stuffing", and a very positive reaction from those served. :)

In hindsight, I think I would correct Betty and bake it for 1:15 instead of 1:30, as it was just a titch on the dry side, but not overmuch. (D says that the pork of today is not the same as it was in 1975 - which is the vintage of the version of Betty sitting on the countertop - and the cooking times should be trimmed a bit just like the fat on pork has been since then. Who knew?)

And... maybe a few more raisins and one less splash of lime juice. ;)

But overall, a very fine freshman effort at stuffed pork chops.

Tomorrow... hotel food enroute to another interview.

Sigh. Do I really have to go? I think I'd rather cook. ;)
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