AKMA’s Random Thoughts

It was too hot yesterday — I made a care home visit at which I soaked through all my clothes and became distinctly aromatic, in an unpleasant, embarrassing way — so I gave myself a day to take my miles at a walking pace. Coffee and fruit, I’ll shower and dress, head to Morning Prayer, and I hope that I’ll be able to get some writing done. We will see.

Morning run (despite the heat), coffee and fruit, showered and dressed, Morning Prayer, coffee and toast, 10:30 online meeting, 15:00 service at the Old Station House, 19:00 PCC meeting, and then bed.

Minke has taken to sitting in the tiny space between me and the side of the chair, resting her chin on my lap desk…

In the interstices, I’ll try to give brief notes of where I was when, and what I was doing, during the outage…

The short version: After my last entry, I left for a visit with my children and grandchildren, during which time something lurking in the bowels of the site generated excessive bandwidth, such that Exact temporarily closed my site. I might have gotten it open again, but being on the road I didn’t have time for a support call and indefinite amounts of helpful suggestions, so I just left the status quo status quo-ing. I’ve been furiously busy since we returned, so that I only just arranged that the blog be activated again. The next step will involve upgrading PHP and WordPress, the decrepitude of both having quite possibly left a niche where a hostile digital entity could run up my hits. One doubts, after all, that I suddenly became wildly popular without my knowing it.

I didn’t run while I was away, but I have run (or walked) every day since. The results have been more of the usual: stiffness, slow times, and dubiousness about the worth of the practice. Writing a lot (mostly just sermons at the moment, but hoping the habit continues).

Preached at St Michael and All Angels. Caught up on rest.

Went in to Oxford to have the phone repaired, and was told that they couldn’t accept it for repair unless I had an appointment (even though there was nothing else going on at the store). Hung out with my former student Ryan Whitley for a while, showed him around Oriel, and rolled back to Abingdon while Margaret was doing her all-day drop off/retrieve routine for the dogs.

We woke up early this morning to get to Kansas City in time for the first of our three flights homeward. Ours left a little late, so that we were cutting it close for our flight to Boston. Oua ground holdr flight out of Baltimore was slightly delayed, though, so we got there in good time — except that as soon as the plane rolled away from the terminal, we encountered a ground hold due to wind and lightning. Sure enough, we experienced both on-the-ground wind shaking the craft, and flashes of lightning.
After more than three hours on the ground, we were finally cleared for departure to Boston, with fading hopes of making our departure for Heathrow. Once again luckily, it turns out that bad weather in Baltimore was correlated to bad weather approaching Boston, so the plane had been delayed out of Logan. (Unluckily for us, while we were navigating over Rhode Island, I think, we hit a band of seriously choppy turbulence. Eeuuurgh…. But luckily for us, the plane held firm despite being tossed two or three feet up and down, so cheers to the Boeing engineers.) We grabbed a cursory dinner in the BA Lounge, and hurried to our gate to board for the overnight, arriving in Heathrow in the morning and staggering to the Airline bus to Oxford in good time. We were home again. Zzzzzzz….

(Inflight film viewing: to the US, A Complete Unknown, Captain America: Brave New World, and on the way back A Working Man and The Room Next Door. I’m pretty sure I watched at least one more, but without a list of options I can’t recall which. Ed Norton stole Complete Unknown from Chalamet, liked it a fair amount; The Room Next Door was deliberative, and Tilda Swinton was Tilda Swinton, and it was not as deep as it aspired to be, but it was more patient and less arm-twisty than many other versions might have been.)

Today we spent most of the day with a seminary pal of mine from olden times. Before we connected with him, we walked to the church he planted, checking it out for signs of his leadership (clue: we didn’t see any). Then we went to a meeting with him, then to his home to meet his dogs and to talk Old People’s Theology till we got sleepy.

Farewell, Maine!

‘Should fate unkind send us to roam
The scent of the fragrant pines,
The tang of the salty sea will call us home.’

Next stop, Lawrence, Kansas.

We visited Pippa’s classroom at MDI High School, and looked around the rest of the school (especially the library), meeting some of her colleagues. Lydia and Tom weren’t sure they understood why they mightn’t take books out of this library.

Then we checked out the Oceanarium, where we examined a complete humpback whale skeleton and met several lobsters of different colours. We watched feeding time at the Touch Tank, though we did not avail ourselves of the opportunity to touch hungry crabs, sea stars, and lobsters.

Winding up with a stop at Bar Harbor for lunch, where Margaret found a pair of trainers to replace the ones she wore out with all the walking.

In the morning, we went to the Schoodic Education and Research Centre and took a small hike through the woods, then made out way to the shore.

After that, we went home. Resting and socialising in the afternoon; Nate left southbound before too late.

In the morning, a delegation (including children) went to Tidal Falls, a reversing tidal rapid in the next town north of Sullivan. We saw some sea stars in their own habitat, and some mud, and some kelp.

On the way home, we stopped at the Sullivan-Sorrento Recreation Centre to celebrate the 25th anniversary of the Schoodic National Scenic Byway, where the Thrift Store had no used fountain pens (they did have a packaged calligraphy set, but I opted not to enter a discussion about why that might not of great interest to a fountain pen accumulator).

Then home, for a relaxing afternoon and evening.