Stuff

Night before last night, after I'd posted the curious funeral post, middle daughter asked if she could bake a chocolate cake.  Just needed to do something grounding, which I totally understood.  And, yes, it was ten o'clock at night, but it was cake.  Who could stand in the way of that?  This past week has been so out-of-the-ordinary that we've all yearned for the mundane and homey things that settle us.  Even oldest daughter said the other night that while she was in her room, she was enjoying listening to the rest of the family talk and rustle around.  Safe things to think about and do---so critical to our well-being.  And it's interesting to me---we naturally gravitate to things that make us feel safe---could be a meal that's comforting, re-reading a book, or sitting outside and just enjoying the quiet.  Whatever slows us down and calms us.

The kids have been watching me too, knowing I tend to have migraines when I'm stressed.  Truly, you hear about 2 folks you know dying within a week of one another and it gives you pause.  Big pause.

Chillin' tonight because tomorrow second son is preaching at an inner city church he's involved in.  Grilling chef by night---occasional preacher man on Sundays.  He told me the funniest thing when he came that time to the Anglican church for middle daughter's first Sunday as an acolyte.  I asked how he liked it and he said it made him wish he was the one behind the pulpit.  Not that he'd ever go for such a high church setting, but the pastor part appealed to him.

Anyway, it'll be interesting to hear him tomorrow morning.  He really is breaking the mold being that the church he's a member of is totally black and in a very poor neighborhood.  So different from what's he's used to, and the thing is, he's there because he believes he can make a difference, race not an issue.  And it seems they love him there too.  Can't ask for better than that.  And on a silly note, he grinned at me when he invited us and said he gets sorta worked up when he preaches.  Way to go, Jacob.