Reverend Ref +

A DAY
 
And what a day it was yesterday.  One of those days when you want to scream.  One of those days when you wonder "who the hell [you] are."  One of those days when you look forward to that big-ass meteor slamming into your city.  One of those days when you need a beer and a hug.  Or maybe just a beer.  Or maybe just a hug.

Started off when I realized that a very important document is not where I thought it was and I can't remember where I may have put it and I hope that it shows up in one of my unpacked boxes.

I began moving more of my stuff into the Sheridan office, which required pretty much destroying the office as is and starting from scratch.  It now looks worse than when I got to town.

It continued when I locked my keys in the office.  Tried to open some windows to ventilate the house, but they are all swollen and painted shut.  Realized that none of the windows have drapes ('nuff said about THAT -- Jane, your card is about perfect).  Cranky Kid, cranky Mrs. Ref, late night moving the last few items from the cabin into the house.  Realized I didn't do anything for Sundays liturgy.

That, however, is a good thing because I decided to use the exact same hymns that we used last week.  That might help the people who have complained to me already that we need to sing some familiar hymns rather than these newfangled ones we've never heard of before.  Parish reality came quick.

Today is better.  We spent our first night in the new house.  I'm learning where I can and can't get dressed.  There was no commute into Sheridan.  The day here in VC is decent.  We are having dinner tonight with my assigned mentor over the hill in Ennis tonight.  He asked me to think about things that concern me or that I might need help with.  I think I'll ask about music.

I wonder if Bob Finster wants to retire to the Ruby Valley?

We also had the phone guy come in and activate a jack in the office.  We are six feet and 150 boxes away from having our computer at home up and running.  And the cats are busy getting lost in the new mansion.

As for the daily grind, I had one distraught women in my office in VC two weeks ago.  I immediately thought of the Salty Vicar's stalker.  And I talked with a young woman about a possible marriage -- not me to her, but she and her fiance in the church.  That might be promising, since she is also considering getting baptized before the wedding.  Time will tell.

I'm also slowly learning some names of people around town.  That's a good thing.

Time to run and close up shop before we head off to Ennis.

Peace