One year ago today I was scheduled to become a mother. One year ago the clock started to tick. It was also one year ago today that Eva New York was born. I can always remember this because of the due date coinkeydink. Happy birthday Eva! May all your snacks be banana-less.

(This may be the place to apologize for my terrible entry on the Babies Birthday Party. Poorly-chosen photos, excessive whining, little content – it sucked. I'm sorry.)

I've had a fairly interesting Sunday, as today I went to my first meeting as Superintendent of the Sunday School.

Oh. Yeah. I forgot: I decided last month that I was being Called to take on that role, as there're few other jobs in the church that match my skill set so exactly. I'm a little apprehensive about burning out once I go back to full-time teaching at Hogsboro High, but everyone else on the Education committee has assured me that they'll all pitch in as needed. There's also very little to be done this year as the previous Super ordered all the curriculum and set up all the teachers. Barring catastrophe, I can smile and coast until next summer. Perhaps this role will be largely ceremonial, confined to smiling at children and handing out hot dogs at the annual picnics. I could get behind that.

That in mind, today's meeting didn't really set out many tasks for me. It was mostly about budget, which I find deadly at the best of times and found double-deadly today because I haven't been around long enough to know what the numbers mean. Snore. The parts that did interest me were about our new project as a committee: setting up an educational process to broach the subject of same-sex marriage to the congregation. This has already been an extremely contentious issue for us; one of the pillars of the community has a gay son and he's livid that the Board has put off policy-making until next fall. Others are just as upset that we have to discuss it at all.

I'm very interested in the whole issue; partly because I want to stomp homophobia to death and partly because I realize that my urge to stomp lacks a certain tolerance of its own. I hope that I can learn more about consensus-building through this process. (But there's also a mean part of me that wants to flush out the faggot-haters so I can know whom to hold in contempt. Sigh. Is it okay to be a zealot if you're a zealot for the right things? Then again, who ever thought that they were a zealot for the wrong things?)

I'm also looking forward to working with the new minister (whom the Boy & I privately call "Robyn II"). She's a former English teacher with two young children and she preaches the most intelligent sermons I've heard since we left Wolfville (and Robyn I). And, like Robyn I, I want her to like me. The insecure juvenile in me is pleased that I've done such a transparently good thing as take on the Sunday School, so that she can always know me as the hard-working but lively young mother...rather than the gawky child or the surly teenager or the lazy young adult, all of whom I have been in this church.

I am writing very hard these days. The new batch of short stories about Chicago is half-done, and I'm also working on the most important (and therefore longest) day in Edmonton. My goal is to get it all out there by the New Year. And, of course, to write it well. I have a deplorable tendency of late to let my camera do the work for me, and to let even bad pictures tell a story. In other words, I've gotten lazy and I need to kick myself in the ass. There's nothing worse than a lazy online diarist; she's even more self-indulgent than the norm, and unreadable to boot. So I'm trying to do better.

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- Rocketbride's adventure of 11/28/2004 08:22:00 p.m.