You know how little little kids will cry when they're tired? And you're like, "dude, you're a kid, go sleep" but they don't? I actually cried from tiredness a few minutes ago. But I'm finishing my milk, so I'm updating before I go sleep.
"Proper 13A, Pentecost 7" is not, unfortunately, soccer scores. Although that would be awesome. It's the marking for which week of the lectionary we're in. The A means Year A. We're on a three year lectionary cycle, so there are years A, B, and C. We'll be in B starting this upcoming Advent. Pentecost is the current season we're in, and the number is the Sunday after. So really, it's the Seventh Sunday after Pentecost. In Advent you have four Sundays, so Advent 1, Advent 2, etc.
"Proper" is the confusing part, and it has to do with Easter moving. There are available all possible Sundays for the earliest Easter, but we don't use them all. Some are available for the time between Christmas and Lent, or between Lent and Advent. So you may hear a reading in February one A cycle, and June the next. That's why for Advent, Christmas, Lent, and Easter, there usually aren't proper numbers, but in Epiphany and Pentecost (or, really, the Sundays after Epiphany and Pentecost), there are.
We're doing VBS next week. We're parking cars all weekend because the Lebanese church across the corner is having their annual Lebanese festival. Council meeting Sunday night. Family Fun Fest next Friday. I have to finish writing my learning contract to send in to the seminary next week, but I have to finish before Sunday because I need the chair of the intern committee to sign it. Which means, even though tomorrow's my day off, I really ought to go in to finish this contract.
And I keep picturing my parents, camping, relaxing in hammocks and drinking iced tea, napping and doing puzzles and relaxing by waterfalls... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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We are totally not doing any of those things! We drank all your ice tea and I haven't made more yet. Your Dad is mudding and sanding and painting and prepping for this year's curriculum (new textbooks!). And making a mess of the kitchen. I am washing dishes and sweeping and doing laundry. No fun is being had whatsoever! Yesterday morning we huddled around the fire in the woodstove and wished we were someplace warmer. OK, the wishing part's a lie. And maybe there's a little fun around the edges. But only a little!
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