Tired Is As Tired

[handful_ofdust]

4:00, and I still haven't worked out. This has also been a carb-o-licious sort of day thus far, but the fact is, I've been damn good--down to 170, as of two days ago--so I'm going to let it slide. Put the blame on S.A.D.
Beside me, Cal has re-emerged from his post-Jolly Jumper nap, and is chewing on the straps of my backpack. He's been an extremely screamy boy this week, mainly due to frustration--he's learned to flip over and is trying hsi best to crawl, but every time he does, all he manages is a sort of inchworm hump that drives his face straight into the mattress, or the floor, or the pillow...whatever he's resting on, at the time. And then he shrieks, and I flip him back over, and he HATES that, so he shrieks again. All you can hope to do at that point is to distract him, perhaps with food, or a change, or the fascinating spectacle of his own feet (which he can now shove inside his mouth without much extra effort). Otherwise it's Shriek City all the way until Steve comes home, with occasional brief detours onto Dry Hacking Sob Road or Disconsolate Crying Avenue.
Today I went to St. Mike's Cathedral Rectory to meet with Deacon Bob, our Baptismal Advisor. We had a conversation which went a little something like this:
"So you've never been baptized?"
"No."
"Not even into another denomination?"
"No."
"But you do know that Callum will have to be baptized into the Church, right?"
"Yes."
"And you're okay with that?"
...uh, YEEEEES...
But there's really no right answer to that one, is there? I have to wonder: Does he get a whole lot of clueless apostates who come to this point and then suddenly blurt out Oh SHIT, is THAT what this was all about? Holy crap, I thought this was just to get him registered with the Catholic school board, and shit! Sorry to waste your time, Deacon Bob!
Ah, hell: He's an okay guy, just like Steve's Dad. But I'm tired, and this isn't helping matters much.

Comments

[buggery.livejournal.com]

Heh. From the part of your conversation with Deacon Bob you transcribed, he actually comes across as pretty understanding. I'm thinking, though, of the conversation when I was going through adult catechism (in an attempt to belatedly make my first communion which wound up nixed by the local Church's utter failure to provide any pastoral or community support or even care when I became disabled midway through the class) and my now-ex came along one evening to meet the Father and see what all this was about. My ex is Irish-American and Cherokee and practices a mixture of Cherokee and Celtic spiritual traditions. The conversation went like this:

Jack's ex: "I'm pagan."
Priest: "Er, what do you mean? That doesn't mean anything. There's no such thing."

That was 1999, mind. Incidentally, I somehow failed to mention that I myself did not plan to give up the pagan parts of my own pagan-Catholic belief system...

Also, I can't help but be amused that, doctrinally, as a non-baptised person you are damned by default. Somehow that just seems appropriate. (Not that I believe you're going to hell or any such nonsense. You have to be crazy to actually believe most of Christian doctrine, whatever the denomination...)

Re: Baptism, etc.

[handful-ofdust.livejournal.com]

No, like I said, I'm fine/down with Deacon Bob: He just caught me at a slightly bitchy moment, mainly due to having to hump a fucking stroller up the rectory steps through a whole lot of unshovelled snow. And as I keep telling Steve, the sooner we get Cal baptised, the less we have to worry about somebody boiling him down to make flying ointment. (Which is a genuine concern, 'cause he's a big boy. He could probably put a whole coven in the air, single-fatted.);))

Re: Baptism, etc.

[handful-ofdust.livejournal.com]

Okay, just to add: I don't really think witches boil babies to make flying ointment. Not in THIS universe, anyway.