Of holidays, lunches, mountain ranges, and imperfection

Wednesday is the Catholic religious holiday, Ash Wednesday, when you’re supposed to repent of your sins in sackcloth and ashes. Something like that. Tuesday is Carnaval (to give you something to repent of), but the licentiousness starts today. (OK, actually before, but the official perversity opens on the weekend.) I’ll keep on working normally. The Maiden took off last night with a group on a rented bus to another state for a church camp.

The bus returns Tuesday night, but daughter dearest says she’ll stay in Sao Paulo through the following Sunday to visit friends, since she doesn’t have to work all next week. Working girl has to take advantage now of her days off.

When at the office, I eat lunch in the street. Last week I found a nice little Chinese restaurant, buffet style, with a good price. And usually they have the caramel bananas for a freebie dessert. Good selection, food is fresh and hot, what more can you ask? Oh, and battered jumbo shrimp.

Last night we took The Maiden and Haroldo from Taubate to meet up with the bus. It was an hour late, so it was 2 a.m. before we tucked the car under the carport. I took it slow on the leg back because of the rain as we crossed the Mantiqueira mountain range. (See pic of mine of this range, here.) I’m too old for this. She called around 9:30 this morning to say they’d arrived safely.

Speaking of rain, we’ve had a light drizzle for days. No sign of letting up. I hired a painter, who was working next door to the office, to slap a coat on the outside wall of my area. Gave him money to buy paint, and haven’t seen him since. Don’t want to see him either, until the sun shines.

I picked back up a volume by Eugene Peterson with three of his books in one. Bought it when Micah and I were in a used bookstore in the U.S. For $3. Haven’t done so well in reading material as of late. The first book is on the Psalms of Ascent. What are you reading these days?

Here it is March 5 and no monthly report yet. That needs to go to the top of the to-do list. I know I did something last month. Let’s see, what was it? Can you remember enough of what you did last month to fill up a page?

Though I’ve decided not to be out and about this year, in order to stay close to the work here in the Valley, I got an invitation to teach a youth group somewhere on the topic, “Nobody’s Perfect.” Though I won’t be teaching it, ideas are popping in my head. Maybe an article? How would you approach it?

I find myself writing Journey entries sometimes on Saturday nights. Is this a down time for me and most people? I keep wanting to call these posts “Saturday Night Live” (which I never watched) or “Saturday Night Fever” (was that with Travolta?) What other titles or names are out there that start with “Saturday Night?” You can see above that I resisted successfully.

3 Replies to “Of holidays, lunches, mountain ranges, and imperfection”

  1. I know God’s country there has to be breath-takingly beautiful! I hope the rain stops and you see your painter friend soon 🙂

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