I started this morning way too early, around 4:00, when I woke dreaming of blog posts. I fell in and out of sleep for about an hour before getting up, blog posts in my mind, and they were not that bad. I met my dad at 6:30 for breakfast in the diner used by various local churches for men’s prayer breakfasts.
If someone says grace at your table, I figure you should be silent and look down, whether you normally say grace or not. I rather think I should say grace; I am in fact thankful to God for food. However, it wasn’t the custom when I was growing up, nor in my own home (perhaps because my husband is Buddhist), and I never have gotten into the habit of it.
So if you’re in a restaurant and grace is being said periodically hither and yon in loud voices, is it appropriate to talk through it?
#1 son was over yesterday and we found ourselves, as we so often do, in philosophical discussion. He said that once you know what you believe, you stop thinking. The implication appeared to be that faith in anything, including things like time and temperature, made people dull and hidebound.
And yet I find myself, though reasonably firm in my faith and my understanding of my culture’s etiquette, flummoxed by questions like how sprightly a conversation one can hold while surrounded by people who are praying aloud.
My dad scolds the waitress nearly every week about how crisp the bacon is, and she is very nice about it, and then we discuss politics, technology, family members, and everybody’s health.
I then drive on up to the college, as it is at that point to late to go home first.
My current class is in my favorite classroom. It has the furniture and the hardware just the way I like it, and it has a very nice helpful staff. It is also right next door to a pizza parlor. This class ends at 10:15, so the pizza parlor is irrelevant to my life, but I like the idea of it. There used to be a medical records company, where The Computer Guy once worked, but we seem to have driven them out.
My class is writing a website for an aviation-related charity, and I bet you didn’t know those existed. We had one of the chairpeople in class today to answer questions and discuss the organization and their air race. She spoke sternly about the dearth of women in engineering, and of course she’s right.
I went home and wrote more blog posts, including one about the threatened future of engineering, so that was handy.
Janalisa and I then met with a client. It could have been a meeting to discuss whether or not he wanted to keep our services. I’ve had clients like that. They want you to prove your worth or perhaps beg for your job or something. I don’t like that. I’m willing to show our results, but I like to think that we’re partners working toward their goals, and if they don’t want to work with me, well there are plenty of fish in the sea.
Janlisa doesn’t take that attitude, fortunately.
Even more fortunately, that wasn’t what was up today. The client appeared to want advice and instruction, and I’m good at that, so I spent an hour or two being bossy about his website and then Janalisa and I caught up a bit, and then I went home and blogged some more.
In a state of exhaustion, I watched The Daily Show and then headed off to choir.
If you are completely exhausted and want to do nothing whatsoever besides lying back and watching TV, you should go to choir. Singing will bring more oxygen into your bloodstream and the music will massage your eardrums. We had a trumpet as well. It was just as neatly arranged as the little duet in the video at the beginning of the post here.
I thought the “choice of color” remark was tacky. However the “we have fewer horses and bayonets” was nicely pointed.