Random

I have discovered how to ruin Mother Hansen’s Spaghetti and Meatballs. Don’t measure the bicarbonate of soda. If you put too much in, it turns into sweetish tasteless mush. The meatballs were good, however. The embarrassing thing is that I only cook it for special occasions so I embarrass myself before guests.

Had a dream last night. You may remember this post, where I talked about The Rev’d Ann Holmes Redding, who is an acquaintaince of mine, and who now believes that she is both Christian and Muslim. Well, I dreamt that I was in a church (might have been St. Luke-in-the-Fields in Greenwich Village, where Integrity/New York used to meet) and Ann was giving a talk on her beliefs. She left the pulpit and I approached her to say hello, but she disappeared into a stairway going down under the church. When she reappeared I finally got to her and said, “Hi, Ann, I’m Chris Hansen.” She didn’t recognise me, so I then said, “We know each other from Holy Apostles.” She looked straight at me and said in a kind of dazed manner: “You mean in New York?” I said yes, and she just moved away, murmuring something like “That’s nice.” She got back into the pulpit and I went over to talk to another priest from Holy Apostles, who was sitting in a pew. We agreed that she was probably drugged or somehow under the influence. I then woke up well before the alarm went off.

I hasten to add that Ann is a teetotaller and not (to my knowledge) ever under the influence of anything else. I suspect it’s my subconscious commenting on the improbability of being both Christian and Muslim at the same time and trying desperately to find a reason why she might say that.

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