We Started Sunday Early

I came home last night, and it was the best feeling.
I missed my family more than I ever have before.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that The Agronomist was gone the week before I left.
The saying, two ships passing in the night comes to mind.
Or maybe it had something to do with the fact that I knew
Youngest and The Agronomist would not be here when I arrived.

So here I sit with only half my family under my roof.
Feeling as though I'm only half a person,
wanting to grab those texts that are telling me how well Youngest is doing
at her soccer tournament and climb into my iPhone so that I can be near enough to hug her.

So we started Sunday early,
and decided to go to church tonight, a Saturday.
Not our usual fare.
Since in every other way normalcy seems to have gone by the wayside here at the Bungalow lately.

And you know what.
The priest said a lot of good stuff.
Stuff that I needed to hear.
Especially with Christmas just around the corner,
and all that comes with it.

He asked us if we were building our own palaces.
He talked about the Queen, Gulliver's Travels, and Lady Gaga,
and referred to the readings that had just been read to us a few minutes earlier.

You know the ones.
About feeding the poor, and visiting the sick.
About loving your fellow man.
And it made me realize I don't do it.
I worry about making my own life comfortable,
and hope that someone else will look after the world's problems.

Father Bill asked me if I was planning for a comfortable retirement,
and if I was plumping my nest.
And I felt my ears burn a little.

As you all know, I've been nest plumping a lot lately.
Industrial light hunting, and white wall painting,
with some retirement planning on the side.
Would I, if tomorrow I were knocking on a pearly gate?
Be able to say, why yes, I did it.
I fed the poor.
I visited the sick.
I loved my neighbour.
Not my friend, the neighbour I can go to Starbuck's with,
But my other unknown neighbour.

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I started Sunday early today.

And it made me think.
Problem is... that isn't enough.

Now I have to figure out how to turn the "think" into a "do."


xoxo,