15 July 2013

Mapping the Squirrel Brain of a Dominican Friar

Here's how my Squirrel Brain works. . .

Writing a homily for the 5.30pm Mass today. . .I hear voices down in the piazza. . .I think: funeral, wedding, graduation. . .and then I freeze b/c I'm probably supposed to be celebrating the Mass. . .then I remember that this semester preaching course covers homilies for funerals, weddings, baptisms. . .then I remember that I haven't finished reading the book I've assigned for the class. . .then I spiral into a fugue state where all the books I've not read rise up to haunt me and make me feel guilty. . .then I remember that I'm not parochial vicar anymore so whatever's going on down there doesn't involve me. . .unless it's something I agreed to do before the new job offer came and I've forgotten it. . .I glance at my calendar and notice that I was supposed to go to a formation council meeting today at the seminary and I start to berate myself for being such a squirrel brain. . .then I notice that I've put the meeting on July 15th instead of Aug 15th and now I feel better. . .so I reward myself by watching several "how to paint an abstract painting" vids on Youtube. . .and then I remember that I have a homily to finish and then one of the brothers knocks on my door to give me a DVD full of cheesy zombie movies and we start talking about how zombies are an apt metaphor for the decline of western culture. . .then I realize that I need to shave before Mass. . .

All of this happens in fewer than 30 seconds. And today has been a relatively calm day for my Squirrel.
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1 comment:

  1. That was refreshing . . . I just walked back inside after retrieving the crazy dog who thought it fun to chase and corner a cat in our field, which sounded like a cornered possum (the cat, not the field). It was then that I somewhat belatedly noticed that they had knocked down a hornet's nest.

    Note to self: unless it's an emergency, one should not wander out into the field in a pair of flip-flops and a knee-length dress. . . .

    So I was happy to be allowed to laugh at the antics of your "squirrel brain." :-). Thanks for your exquisite timing!