The Universe decided that August would be the month to kill the Intern. There SHE is, in all her splendor souped up in neon orange cowboy boots and a planetary sized cowboy hat, shooting pistols at my feet. Dance, Intern, Dance!

You know, throw 4 major projects at me all at once and I’m liable to start to twitch and swear indiscriminately or make really, really stupid remarks in front of parishioners. Like, say, yesterday when I objected to our singing all five verses of a hymn.

Me: Must we sing every verse of every hymn? (whine, whine, whine)

Supervisor: Well, no. But if you skip verses you miss the theology.

Me: Well, it’s the theology I object to in verse five. (In my defense, it was all Reigning with Jesus on High language… um… yeah, NO!)

Music Director: Um, someday soon we are going to have to sit down and have a chat about your theology.

DUM, DUM, DUM… heh. I gracefully suggested that we all stand in different theological places and then quickly changed the subject. My supervisor was not amused. 🙂 She knows I’m a Progressive because I told her I was taking time off in October to go chant around bon fires meet with my ilk in Seattle. However, I think she might have been tipped off before that by my ending prayers in “In the name of the one you sent to teach us Peace, Amen,” as opposed to the more classic, “In Jesus’ name”. Run, Intern, Run!

Project #3 is well underway. And after staying up until 2:30 working on this:

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I’m holding up–but just barely.

Drop by the website and take a look around. If you are in the Astoria area on the 10th–join us. I’ll be the girl in the corner twitching.