Divine Intervention Trumps Verizon?
I have no idea what caused Verizon's little problem--they haven't had any useful answers about why, when, or whether, and to heck with them, we're switching providers now--but I'm grateful for it. Dionysus (or, as Gareth calls him, Mommy's storytelling god) stepped into my head and informed me that last night was the night to Finish The Story. I had thought I had another two weeks of chipping away at it ahead of me, but bang, bang, bang, I got straight to the end.
There are lots of commitments I haven't been able to make progress on, and if you're one of the people I need to write something to or for that requires a more versatile internet tool than a smartphone, sorry, it might be a bit longer. For once, though, I got to keep a commitment to myself.
My younger kid has befriended the sons of a very conservative Christian family, so I've been on a lot of playdates lately alongside a kind, thoughtful mom who is culturally completely different from me. About half of her communications with her children include at least a reference to, if not a quote from, Bible verses. The only speck of the Bible I've been able to call to mind all month is from the Song of Songs: They made me keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept. I'm sure my storytelling god is amused. Well, we'll see how the story ages in its little paper cask.