Spent the holidays in Neurodramaville, and "Hey!! Nobody died!!" Good days indeed. Boring as hell, but we set the bar low on wanting No Drama Today days.
Glad your days were good ones. It's gray, windy and rainy here---and positively balmy. And did I say gray? We're expecting high winds tonight then more bouncing temps. Such is winter in NE Ohio. Cups of Kindness continues to do well. I'm going to update the figures in a day or so. Best to you :-)
I am very happy that no one died today, ma chère. I think of you, Distracted, as I'm wending my way through the Mayan villages of the Yucatán Peninsula and seeing entire families of unhelmeted people on little motorcycles. Your hair, in particular, would curl. I'll try to capture at least one photo of the phenomen of "God is my copilot" in action!
"Some people love waking to the sight of new snow. Fallen snow is fine, but I like the sight of it falling, fine as dust or so fat you can hear it land against the kitchen window. I like the tunnel of dry snow you drive through at night, the headlights blanking out a few yards ahead, and the feeling that you're driving into some abysmal vacuum. I like the ground-blizzards and the snow that slithers down the road ahead of you. What I like is the visual impairment snow brings with it, the way it obscures some things and defines others, like the wind." - ---Verlyn Klinkenborg from The Rural Life
by George Bilgere When Odysseus finally does get home he is understandably upset about the suitors, who have been mooching off his wife for twenty years, drinking his wine, eating his mutton, etc. In a similar situation today he would seek legal counsel. But those were different times. With the help of his son Telemachus he slaughters roughly one hundred and ten suitors and quite a number of young ladies, although in view of their behavior I use the term loosely. Rivers of blood course across the palace floor. I too have come home in a bad mood. Yesterday, for instance, after the department meeting, when I ended up losing my choice parking spot behind the library to the new provost. I slammed the door. I threw down my book bag in this particular way I have perfected over the years that lets my wife understand the contempt I have for my enemies, which is prodigious. And then with great skill she built a gin and tonic that would have pleased the very gods, and with epic patience she list...
I was not raised Catholic. My family attended and had been lectured to in Presbytarian churches and for a short time, Unitarian, but I converted while in college once I started going to the old St. George's with my dorm roommate. It fit me like a glove and I felt at home there despite my ignorance of the exotic rituals and prayers everyone else knew by heart. When I say that I am Catholic I say it with the caveat that I am an American Catholic , which is to say I do not agree with everything that comes out of the Vatican. Sorry. I have no issue with homosexuality. Love is love, and people are lucky and blessed to find it wherever they find it. I believe that priests should be allowed to marry and that women should be accorded more prominent positions within the church structure. There's more, but let's just leave it that I realize the Pope is not doing a little jig everytime I open my mouth and declare I'm Catholic. For the totter to that teeter though, I've been t...
...not a creature was dying, not even a mouse.
ReplyDeleteThat's good news and the shot is hysterical!
I don't know what I'm doing wrong-they're all dying....Oh that's right! I work in hospice now.
ReplyDeleteGlad your days were good ones. It's gray, windy and rainy here---and positively balmy. And did I say gray?
ReplyDeleteWe're expecting high winds tonight then more bouncing temps. Such is winter in NE Ohio. Cups of Kindness continues to do well. I'm going to update the figures in a day or so.
Best to you :-)
I am very happy that no one died today, ma chère. I think of you, Distracted, as I'm wending my way through the Mayan villages of the Yucatán Peninsula and seeing entire families of unhelmeted people on little motorcycles. Your hair, in particular, would curl. I'll try to capture at least one photo of the phenomen of "God is my copilot" in action!
ReplyDeleteAmités,