I’m making persimmon pudding for an equinox meal today. There may be misappropriation of pulp going on here.

This looks like the churches I grew up in, with two differences:

1. We would not have had a baptistery. We did baptisms in a deep spot in a local creek.
2. If we would have had a baptistery, we would not have jumped into it. We would have said that brother “got in the flesh.”

Otherwise, totally us.

Another sign of the shift out of summer: we can hear the scrap yard a mile from here in the morning. Turns out, sound travels farther in cold temperatures.

One of the things I’ve learned since taking this new job is that the feeling of vague dread every time I think of work is not, in fact, necessary.

Rachel, Darcy, and I visited the Sculpture Trails Outdoor Museum today. Pretty cool! Mostly it made me wish even more for a landscape filled with shrines.

Found this while doing some research at the local historical society. I was on the cutting edge of technology in 1988!

At the new job, I’m back doing work that requires a ten key. (I guess it’s not technically a ten key but that’s the term we always used for it.) So rather than using the one already at my new desk, I brought in the one I had from my old job. It’s probably twentyish years old. Fun!

Rachel and I just spent an entertaining hour getting a bat out of Darcy’s room. The good news is that our neighborhood has bats! We even saw another one swooping just outside the window, perhaps concerned for his friend.

New job starts tomorrow. Feels like the night before the first day of school, right down to getting my backpack ready.

Lots of feelings today. Like everyone, I had plenty of half-assed and “good enough” days. And (as a co-worker would say) it’s accounting work; we’re not saving lives here. But, on the whole, I’m glad I can say I did the work with integrity.