November 30th, 2003


[LC] Introductory post

Today is the start of the new Liturgical Calendar.

Since I write so frequently about the things I do and about how these things make me feel -- things like SF fandom, like Chat with scarlatti, like work -- I thought I should write about how the various seasons in the Church make me feel too.
Since I write about things I care about -- things like pervery, poetry and food -- I thought I should write about my Church life too.

In SF fandom we have a calendar. Mecon, Eastercon, ASFCitEMBH, picocon, Worldcon, Octocon, Novacon. Each of these events has a characteristic feel, a characteristic flavour, and it conditions how you feel.

In the Christian Church we have a calendar too. Advent, Christmas, Epiphany, Lent, Holy Week, Easter, Ascension, Pentecost, Trinity. Each of these, too, has a characteristic feel and flavour, and each has its effect on my mood.

Over the coming year, I'll be looking at these events as they come to pass. Each post in this series will have a title with "[LC]" at the beginning, to signify their content. And each will have a new icon, since they upped the limit on userpics.

It'll be an interesting exercise.

Full set of [LC] posts here.

Only driven by a little old lady to church on Sundays ...

Just had a phone call from my mother.

She was reversing into her church's car park this evening, in filthy weather and poor visibility -- and the gateway to the church isn't very wide.
Well, perhaps it's a tiny bit wider now.
She says that she's scraped the wheel arch on one side. She felt it -- says it feels horrible -- and she'll have a proper look in daylight.

And that "little old lady" quotation? She drives it to churches all over the place, anywhere west of about Bristol or Bournemouth and all the way down to the tip of Cornwall, and not just on Sundays either. And she drives backwards and forwards across the width of the country for various purposes related to having a boyfriend in Reading. So this little old lady does about 20,000 miles a year.

Still, at least when she had her bump she was travelling at about 0.0001 mph.

Bad slasher!

Why do I always feel guilty when I've written Hawkeye/Frank Burns?

EDIT: That should be pleased-guilty, not blue-guilty.
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