I have a new job at my hometown credit union as the Accounting Manager. After twenty-four years at my current job, I put in my notice last week. My final day there will be July 31st. I start at the credit union a few days later. I’ve been working remotely since the start of the pandemic. About a month ago, my current org announced a change in their work arrangements that would have had me back in the office an average of four days a week.
A home remedy I hadn’t thought about in years: baking soda and water mixed into a paste for bee stings. Actually, in my memory we used for any kind of sting.
Remember those ice cream cups with the paper lids with a tab and the wooden spoon?
Something I don’t feel like I see much anymore: oncoming drivers flashing their lights to warn of a speed trap ahead
I may have cut the biscuits a bit thick.
Jimmy Swaggart has died. He was a really big deal in my childhood. I went to one of his crusades in the early eighties with my parents. Mostly I remember being amazed seeing the guy on my television in real life. His end-times preaching scared me. He had a series of broadcasts on that subject which began with an ominous fist-shaped cloud on the screen. One day I saw such a cloud outside the window and flipped out.
Happy solstice!
One of the best things in my life is Rachel’s bread. It’s been ages since we last bought bread from a store. This is honey oat whole wheat.
I’ve been in the ER with mom since 7am today. Likely a bad episode of vertigo but they’re doing tests to make sure it’s nothing more. At one point, apropos of nothing, a voice I hadn’t heard before suddenly said “the kingdom of heaven is like unto a treasure hidden in a field.” It became quickly obvious that it was a woman reading to her husband. But the unexpectedness and the setting made it feel like a moment of grace in a tiring day.
Future Jeremy: if you ever get the “oh my, my lord” earworm again, this is its source. “Shooby” by Nicole C. Mullen