Vestry

 

January 30, 2021

Snow. Unexpected snow. First Vestry meeting. I don’t know what I’m able to do, what I’m expected to do. I feel that I’m meant to hurry things along in a group that loves to linger, return, re-open, rediscuss, but one remembers we are Episcopalians, and lingering and returning are what we do. The direct road seems crude to us, lest one of us has not reiterated her position as often as she likes. This is to say, what can I do in the next three years not to appear the boor? How much will be too little and too much? I do not have the talent of some of finding dangers and pitfalls in things resolved upon. I always assume we can make them work, assuming good will.