I was feeling rather old and grouchy and uninspired tonight–as if I’d landed in the wrong story and didn’t know how to do my part nor how to direct the other actors (urchins) nor what to do with myself at all. So I took a quick trip to Mitford, and I must say I’m feeling much better. Engineer Husband gave me the book Shepherds Abiding by Jan Karon last Christmas, but I saved it for this year. It was a good decision. I needed to spend some time with Father Tim and Cynthia and Hope at Happy Endings bookstore. Life may not really be like Mitford, but I can dream and escape there for a little while–and come back renewed. And here’s a dose of Father Tim’s philosophy for your day:
Call him a stick-in-the-mud, a dinosaur, a fusty throwback, but indeed, jumping into the fray the day after Halloween was akin to hitting and holding, high C for a couple of months, while a bit of patience saved Christmas for Christmas morning and kept the holy days fresh and new.