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What would it be? As I was indulging in my “favorite household chore” (bah!) of getting on my knees and scrubbing the bathroom floor (Thank You, God, for providing us a house with a 1967 bathroom and not a 2008 bathroom) I was pondering this question.
Would I have an Epic soundtrack, like say…Holst’s The Planets, or maybe Thus Spake Zarathustra all tympani and pipe organ? Or would it be mellow and rolling along like some Pat Metheney album? Would it be Vangelis cheese, or Enya hallucinagenic lentil loaf?
Then it hit me: The Grand Canyon Suite by whats-his-name Grofe’. Absolutely. Pastoral bits, with twittering birds, the occasional thunderstorm, and an egregiously goofy donkey ride. That’s it. I am The Grand Canyon Suite.
What would you be? Now, don’t pick whatever Your Favorite Song is…because that’s not what I mean. The Grand Canyon Suite isn’t my favorite symphony by any stretch, but it fits my life. So, what’s yours, and why?
“On The Trail” (the donkey ride) From Ferde Grofe’s The Grand Canyon Suite
Filed under: *whinge*, Church type stuff, Dewicate feewings, home and hearth, spouse
“Is it Friday yet” I mumbled as Terry slid back into the bed this morning. “not even in Australia.” he answered. Eventually I announced that The Protestant Work Ethic required us to get up. He answered that his Protestant Work Ethic left when El Presidente stole 9 days of vacation from him.
It was kind of hard to get up this morning. The bed was really comfortable, the sky was still dark, and I was warm. So was Terry, even still damp from his shower.
This has been a really long week, and I don’t even know why. No one’s in the hospital, the assorted grandparents are taken care of for Christmas (Bro. Scott, I in NO WAY suggested to mom and dad that they go down there for Christmas.), the freezer is full of stuff to be packaged and mailed off…life’s good right now, just kind of…slow moving.
The weather is that weirdness that happens before a cold front rolls in. The sky is a funny color and one senses the potential for tornadoes. It’s really warm, and damp, and a little scary. Not Christmasy at all but knowing a cold front is coming helps with the meteorilogical angst.
My PWE is well and good today. I’m Cleaning The Bathrooms. Not my favorite job in the world, but the shower growled at me yesterday, and after flea spraying the dogs in the boy’s shower, I’m certain they all need a good scrub. It’s when I am thankful that we don’t have one of those trendy huge bathrooms all tiles and stuff. no, our bathrooms were All That in 1967, compact and pretty easy to clean in short order. Not my favorite thing, I’d much rather be…dunno…making something from clay or cooking, but eh. Needs must and all that.
Prayer Group is at noon. the preacher said something Sunday that kind of rang a bell in my head, and I’ve been chewing on it since. It was about Grace and forgiveness. How once we are forgiven, it behooves us to allow ourselves to *be* forgiven. I have a hard time with that. My mind will, all on it’s own, call up stuff I did years and years ago, and embarrass me with it. “Rootie! How on EARTH could you have DONE that! What were you THINKING??” That sort of thing. It could be small things, like when I was intentionally rude to someone in the 7th grade, or really huge stuff which I won’t air here because I won’t. I’ve repented, asked forgiveness, worked to atone (which isn’t actually necessary but makes me feel better), all that and yet, my mind goes *BAM* YOU JERK! I hate that. Anyway, today in Prayer Group, during confession, I am planning on confessing that I haven’t accepted God’s forgiveness..and that’s hard, and scary. I am, however, comfortable enough now with these women that I am pretty sure there won’t be fainting or pearl-clutching. Since they tend to ask for forgiveness for the same things every week, I am pretty sure they’ll know what I mean.
Ok! Here I Go! To The Bathrooms! Hup hup!
Filed under: Another Silly Meme
A photo I took
Camels, outside Wichita Falls, Texas
