Wow! I checked a lot of categories; I guess I have a lot to say tonight. It's the eve of a holiday for me -- not exactly a "holiday weekend," as my title implies, but a day off my normal routine, at least. Ordinarily, it would have been Friday, Saturday, and Monday off, with only the morning service at church. But this week I had a wedding rehearsal on Friday (with rehearsal dinner afterward), the wedding itself Saturday morning (with reception luncheon afterward), and two sermons to write, one for the wedding, one for Trinity Sunday at church. So all I get is a day, but ah, what a lovely day I've got planned! But sigh -- I don't think the weather is going to cooperate -- 60% chance of rain tomorrow.
When I was a little girl, my mother and I would go camping on Memorial Day Weekend; it was the opening of the summer camping and recreation season. Our habitual haunt was Raccoon Lake State Recreation Area, about 1/2 hour from our home. We would set up our tent in a campsite just inside the edge of the woods, so there was plenty of shade, and plenty of trees from which my mother would string rope to hang large sheets of plastic. The plastic sheltered our campsite from rain, but also from any debris that might fall from the trees. It made a cozy, covered "living space" under which we'd place our picnic tables, our food and supplies, and our Coleman camp stove. The campfire would be outside the plastic "roof," of course. My camping memories are lovely ones, but it nearly always rained on Memorial Day weekend. There was usually enough sunshine and warmth to make the adventure worthwhile, but yes, we got rain, too. Memorial Day Weekend was always punctuated with the plip, plip, plip of raindrops on the plastic overhead, with a wet sleeping bag where our canvas tent got wet, and the need to wear warm jeans, socks, and a sweatshirt, rather than the brand new swimsuit and flip flops I had for the summer. So tomorrow will remind me of my childhood camping days, I fear.
Some of the things I've planned I can still do inside, rather than outside on my porch:
But there are also lots of things that can't happen inside, and almost certainly won't happen. I can't really burn my brush pile at all, because we got a couple of downpours today. It really takes 2-3 days of dry weather to dry out my brush well enough to burn, especially since some of it is still fairly green and recent trimming, and some fair-size logs that I pulled out of the wood chips that were given to me.
I'm not going to want to wrestle wood-chip mulch for my labyrinth in the rain.
I'm not sure even one whole day could make much progress in my veggie garden. I was actually going to pay someone to come and help me clear out the jungle that it has become, but he called a couple of days ago and said he's been in an auto accident, and now he really can't help me. If I still want help, I'm going to have to find someone else. Of course, the pouring rain is a pretty good time to pull weeds -- lots of nice, soft earth, if I don't mind getting filthy and soaked (but that's the gardener's lot, anyway!).
So this probably isn't going to happen for me tomorrow, but I may get something done:
Oh, my, but it looks so lovely and orderly!
But perhaps I'll get a run with the dogs in between rain showers. My weight loss is continuing; I'm still keeping my rules about increasing activity and eating salads and not drinking alcohol (though I had 2 glasses of wine at the wedding rehearsal dinner). I'm a little frustrated because I seem to have hit a plateau last week, despite good behavior (I do expect it after 14 pounds, and am surprised it didn't come sooner!), and now over the weekend, I ate and drank more than I should have, even though I came home and was a perfect little paragon of dietary virtue. So that scale isn't really budging just now -- but it will again, O it will! A new indulgence I've discovered is Crystal Light Sunrise Tangerine Strawberry. Oh, yum, yum. I've known about Crystal Light since the first time I went to Weight Watchers in 1989, but I never tried it until just a couple of weeks ago. Oh, my. Oh, yum. It kind of reminds me of having a pitcher of Kool-Aid around when I was a young married girl. My only caution is that I can just about overdose on Aspartame, if I'm not careful. And despite what I heard at Weight Watchers oh, these many years ago, it really doesn't substitute for good, clear, filtered water.
Today, of course, I preached on the doctrine of the Trinity, since it's Trinity Sunday. If you're even slightly interested, I highly recommend Karen Armstrong's latest, The Case for God. She does a really, really great job of describing the development of the doctrine of the Trinity, which was originally intended as a spiritual exercise that, rather than being fully understood, was meant to show us how utterly incomprehensible God actually is. We were never meant to understand the Trinity. And furthermore, faith originally had little to do with intellectual comprehension and agreement, but rather with loyalty and commitment. Whether I understand the Trinity, whether I agree with the Church's doctrine of the Trinity, I stand behind and within it, and I commit my whole being to the Triune God and the teachings of Christ. That's all that really matters!
While we're talking about books, I'm also listening to a really great one. Most of my fiction "reading" is done in the car as I drive on my daily errands, visits, and meetings. I'm currently listening to The Help by Kathryn Stockett. It's one I can barely "put down" -- I want to just keep driving and driving so I can hear more and more of this story.
So tomorrow I plan to sleep in (which seems to mean about 7:30 these days, since I go to bed so early), get some exercise, and do some creative work. I plan to play a lot and work just a little. I might get some yard work done. I feel very grateful for this good little life of mine. I hope you all have something delicious planned for your day off!