Some random Monday notes:
...My fiancee is out of town for the week, travelling abroad with a friend. Matilde the chinchilla and I both miss her very much. This morning, while I had Matty out for her "morning time" in the bedroom (I read from my psalter and the LA Times), she kept standing on her hind legs by the door, looking quizzically at the handle, waiting for her "mom" to walk through. Fortunately, my beloved phoned just before I put Matilde back in her cage, and our girl was able to listen to her mother's voice for a moment. She indicated her excitement by nibbling the antenna on the cordless handset.
...In other Matilde news, we have taken to giving her a tablespoon of organic raw oatmeal three times a week. She loves it, and it -- along with her hay cubes --helps her constipation. (Chinchillas are notorious for their delicate digestive tracts.)
...I am rejoicing in Paula Radcliffe's fine win in yesterday's New York Marathon.
...I attended a "stewardship tea" at All Saints yesterday afternoon. Tea, finger sandwiches, harp music, and pledge cards; an authentic Anglican afternoon indeed. I suspect that the disastrous election results may help make this a banner year for our stewardship team -- what better way to "fight the right" than increasing one's giving to the flagship church of progressive Episcopalianism? I did indeed pledge more for 2005 than I had intended to, motivated by a moving morning service (featuring Mozart's Requiem) and by no fewer than seven small watercress sandwiches.
...I'm feeling a most un-Christlike urge to go on a shopping spree. I told myself I wasn't going to be buying new clothes again this year, given my recent extravagances. Lately, I've been obsessed with jeans. I have eight pairs in my closet in heavy rotation, but I want more. In all colors. And here's a true confession: three of the pairs I own are women's jeans (from Lucky and Diesel). Whatever it is about my build, they tend to fit me better, if I can find them long enough.
...Of course, I need to purge my closet before I can buy one more item to put in it. Wouldn't my beloved be thrilled if she came home to find out that I had gotten rid of all of those things I haven't worn since the first Clinton Administration?