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Monday, June 21, 2004

Dear Diary:
This is going to be one of those entries. I haven't blogged much lately (obviously) because I haven't had much to blog. To me, blogging and journal-keeping are two very different disciplines. On the one hand, I can't always blog, even though blogging isn't known for its difficulty. On the other hand, I can always write journal entries, although I never do so with any regularity.

'Been working a lot lately. Our new curate, Andy Powell, arrived at Grace last week. Currently a deacon who just graduated from Nashotah House (after working on Capitol Hill for several years as a congressional aid), his ordination to the sacred order of priests will take place a week from today, Monday, June 28 at 7pm. I've had the privilege of preparing his ordination service booklets. Apparently, Episcopalians like to go all out on ordinations, including having their special programs (read: 20-or-so-page booklets) professionally printed. If, like me, you're a local who's never been to an Anglican ordination before, come join us. It promises to be one to remember. Bishop MacPherson is doing the ordination on behalf of Bishop Ackerman of Quincy, IL. I've been told that the future of orthodox Anglicanism in America largely lies with two men: Bishop Ackerman and Bishop Iker of Ft Worth. (I was told this by an Anglo-Catholic; other bishops to watch of course are Bishop Howe of Central Florida and Bishop Duncan of Pittsburgh.)

So I've spent a lot of time lately on this ordination booklet. I hope to have it out of my hands and into the printers' tomorrow or the next day. I've also worked a few extra hours at Kinko's, filling in for vacations and such. And, of course, all work and no sleep makes Jon a sick boy. I've had a relapse of fever combined with symptoms of facial/oral allergic reaction or infection. This time, though, I think I've finally figured it out: I'm almost positive I'm allergic to Aleve. That's right, the fever reducer makes me have fever. Go figure.

Movies: Hollie and the boys gave me the Lost in Translation DVD for Father's Day. We also finally got around to watching Secondhand Lions. And Shrek 2 was a lot of fun, though I still like the first better.

Hollie and I went out for drinks at the Brandy House and dinner at Geno's for our fourth anniversary, thanks to kind gifts from our family. I'm sure Geno's is where real Italians eat when they visit to Monroe; it's the kind of quaint, hole-in-the-wall place you see throughout the movies, whether in The Godfather or the chick flick, Return to Me. We went there on our first date and on the night we got engaged. Their food is good, but there's something about the place that makes it perfect.

Saturday night, Patrick was in town, and he and Matt and I went to Enoch's. It felt like old times and was good to hang out, catch up, etc. After Enoch's, Matt and I both needed to pick up a couple things at Wal-Mart and both had a craving for IHOP, so we went despite the fact that it was way too late...all the more like old times.

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