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Why'd we give up the orgies for a bunch of colored eggs?
Apr. 8th, 2007 | 07:41 pm
SH is gone, on his bi-weekly trip to the city, so I'm alone again and fighting or embracing depression, whichever it may be. At any rate, I've spent way too much time doing way too little and feeling empty.
I'm getting more and more dissatisfied with playing for the churches I play for, especially this morning when part of the sermon was the claim that 'everyone here is saying that they believe Jesus is risen.' Emphatically not, and you know it, pastor. Still, I'd hate to let the people who count down - people who are not the pastor. Also, the reading today, or rather one of the readings today, Isaiah 65:17-25, speaks specifically on the idea that people in heaven would forget all about their loved ones in hell ('the former things shall not be remembered or come into mind. But be glad and rejoice forever...'), one of the most abhorrent things about Christianity. Then the reading goes on to talk about this 'new heaven and new earth' in terms that simply haven't happened and can't happen, period. 'No more shall there be in it an infant who lives but a few days,' etc. - clearly, this hasn't happened post-Jesus, nor does it describe heaven, since it goes on to say that people will die, including sinners, in this new earth. So, WTF? Oh yes, having a great deal of trouble releasing this futile antagonism.
Yesterday, SH and I made hot truffles (mmm...hot truffles), and he took a bunch to Mom and the M&Ms while I took a bunch to church. They disappeared. Ophelia got pepper up her nose and couldn't stop coughing/laughing, so hey, entertainment included. I'd like to try making mint truffles as well as the hot pepper kind, and SH wants to try for sugar-free. Bet we could do it using Stevia.
Peter and Ursula were at M&Ms, and liked the truffles too. We introduced them to Killer Bunnies when they were here for Christmas, and made them play by our rules, which includes yelling 'Bunny!' every time you put down a bunny card. *grin* Peter got a Killer Bunny set of his own for his birthday and yelled 'Bunny!' at us...they're starting to think about having kids, the silly darlings. Guess that rules out boarding SH, but they have a dog, anyway, so it wouldn't work. I have to send them the truffle recipe.
King of Wands
Charismatic, forceful, bold, inspiring.
Oh, and (169.0), so it looks like cutting lunch down to salads. I'll have to start that tomorrow though, since today I ate a truffle. Or two.
I'm getting more and more dissatisfied with playing for the churches I play for, especially this morning when part of the sermon was the claim that 'everyone here is saying that they believe Jesus is risen.' Emphatically not, and you know it, pastor. Still, I'd hate to let the people who count down - people who are not the pastor. Also, the reading today, or rather one of the readings today, Isaiah 65:17-25, speaks specifically on the idea that people in heaven would forget all about their loved ones in hell ('the former things shall not be remembered or come into mind. But be glad and rejoice forever...'), one of the most abhorrent things about Christianity. Then the reading goes on to talk about this 'new heaven and new earth' in terms that simply haven't happened and can't happen, period. 'No more shall there be in it an infant who lives but a few days,' etc. - clearly, this hasn't happened post-Jesus, nor does it describe heaven, since it goes on to say that people will die, including sinners, in this new earth. So, WTF? Oh yes, having a great deal of trouble releasing this futile antagonism.
Yesterday, SH and I made hot truffles (mmm...hot truffles), and he took a bunch to Mom and the M&Ms while I took a bunch to church. They disappeared. Ophelia got pepper up her nose and couldn't stop coughing/laughing, so hey, entertainment included. I'd like to try making mint truffles as well as the hot pepper kind, and SH wants to try for sugar-free. Bet we could do it using Stevia.
Peter and Ursula were at M&Ms, and liked the truffles too. We introduced them to Killer Bunnies when they were here for Christmas, and made them play by our rules, which includes yelling 'Bunny!' every time you put down a bunny card. *grin* Peter got a Killer Bunny set of his own for his birthday and yelled 'Bunny!' at us...they're starting to think about having kids, the silly darlings. Guess that rules out boarding SH, but they have a dog, anyway, so it wouldn't work. I have to send them the truffle recipe.
King of Wands
Charismatic, forceful, bold, inspiring.
Oh, and (169.0), so it looks like cutting lunch down to salads. I'll have to start that tomorrow though, since today I ate a truffle. Or two.