By the time you read this, I’ll be on my way to South Dakota! I’m speaking at St. Lambert in Sioux Falls on Friday at 7:00 and at Immaculate Conception in Watertown at 9 AM on Saturday. If you’re in the area, come say hello!
How is this for a crazy travel schedule? I’m flying in to Sioux Falls this afternoon (Friday), speaking tonight, getting up early to travel almost two hours to Watertown on Saturday, speaking in the morning, driving almost two hours back to Sioux Falls, then flying back to Austin that night. Within 30 hours, I’ll have traveled about 2, 500 miles.
Having a grandfather who is 100 years old really helps me understand just how mind-blowing that is. He remembers life before cars were in widespread use, and the day he saw his first airplane. It’s crazy to think that his great-grandparents spent months in covered wagons to get from the northern states down to Texas — some of them dying along the way — and I can do the same thing in a matter of hours with a latte in my hand.
I could spend hours lost in thought about that.
(…But don’t think that that’s going to stop me from complaining about air travel!)
Thank you so much for your hilarious and awesome responses to The Shoe Song. People who get my posts by email said the video didn’t come through, and some didn’t realize there was one — they thought we only had audio.
I can’t let such a tragedy stand, so here is the direct link to The Shoe Song video. (For those of you who missed the original post, it’s a song by Marie Miller where the lyrics are entirely drawn from the crazy texts that my husband and I send one another.)
The Shoe Song was originally recorded on my SiriusXM radio show. Another wonderful thing that came out of that same episode is that I earned the designation of being the only person in Catholic media to cover the BET Hiphop Awards* — specifically, Murda Mook’s call for a rap battle with Drake. I knew that the channel executives would want me to talk about the Vatican’s Synod on the Family that week, so I joined the two subjects to suggest that Church leaders work out doctrinal disagreements through rap battles.
I love having a radio show.
* …That I know of. Maybe Raymond Arroyo was all over it and I just missed it.
When the server set down our plates and asked if there was anything else we needed, we both said no. And then she said, “We were just about to pray over our food. Is there anything we can pray for for you?”
He was so moved by her request, I thought he was going to cry. His entire demeanor changed, and he warmly told us of a couple of personal matters that were weighing him down. Kim listened so patiently and so attentively, you’d think that she’d come to the restaurant just to talk to him. Then, after he left, she led us in prayer for his intentions.
It was one of the most beautiful moments I have witnessed in a long time. It made me wonder why I’ve never done that when I’m out to eat.
Actually, I know exactly why I’ve never done it — because it would inevitably turn into a Jen Moment. I’m sure that 100% of the time Kim does that, it is the soul-stirring experience that I witnessed. I PROMISE YOU that it would somehow end up in disaster if I tried it.
“What could possibly go wrong?” you ask. Oh, TONS. The waiter would ask us to pray for his kleptomania issues, and the manager would overhear it and fire him on the spot. Or the server would be a spy, and “Do you have any intentions we could pray for?” would turn out to be the secret password, and, long story short, I’d end up running for my life in a Bourne Identity-style web of international espionage.
I assure you that these are the best possible outcomes of me asking random people if I could pray for them. (Which is why I think it’s probably best if I spend most of my time secluded in my home.)
I’m off to South Dakota! As usual, I’ll be posting all my travel escapades on Twitter and Instagram. Come join along! (My posts are all public, so you don’t have to have Twitter or Instagram accounts to view them.)
Have a great weekend, everyone!