Apparently, I'm second to God

I spent some time this afternoon interviewing candidates for Religious School Director at our temple. When I got home, Em asked me if the rabbi had been in on the interviews.

"He gave each candidate a tour of the syngagogue," I said, "but he's not really supposed to hire anyone; that's someone else's job."

"Ooooh! I know who's job it is!" N, who was listening in, exclaimed. "God's!"

"I think God trusts us to find the right person ourselves," I told him.

"So who does God trust?" he persisted. "You?"

"Yeah, me and [some of the other parents on the religious school committee]."

"Wow," he said. "That's cool." And he stared at me for a while. Me, God's chosen personnel representative.

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I could probably be in a worse mood these days, but I don't know how. Dad's heading downhill, and slow. (Downhill and fast would be a blessing. Downhill and slow means having to deal with the decline and his poor, long-suffering girlfriend's difficulty in dealing with it for many more days and possibly weeks.) That and work stuff have made it difficult to get up the energy to post, but my sister guilted me, and then my son was funny, and so...

Back to the Quiet Place for me, though.