NUTTIN',HONEY

Sometimes there is just nothing to say OR too much.

 

Yup, sometimes it's just a good idea to sit back and look at what's goin' on and being glad your not involved.  Thinking what's important and what's not and how most people don't come any where near knowin' that.  A lot of the time I don't either.  But when something big happens and I take the time to get myself out of the middle of things and be a bystander, or an onlooker, I can see how other people deal and react and not have to be a part of it.  Giving support if it's needed.  Keeping my mouth shut mostly and just letting everyone do what they need to do. 
 

WHAT YOU SEE ...

 

What you see is actually how you see it.  And the eye that sees it is not necessarily seeing what is.  We see things with eyes that just never seem to see it as it is.  Or maybe it is our brains that cannot accept things as they are.  OR is it that our experience doesn't allow us to perceive the real meaning of what we see.

This is complicated.  We are complicated.  Life is complicated.  I sure wish there was a formula to sort it all out and make sense of it. 
 

COMIN' UP SOUP

 

I love making soup.  Bill doesn't particularly like soup.  I do.  All kinds.  Don't get much of a chance to make up big pots of it.  This will be split pea.  For the Wednesday Evening Lent Supper and Study.  Last Wednesday we had Italian Wedding soup, watched a video and discussed Judas.  This week, The Trial of Jesus. 

Sharing a meal at table is such a wonderful experience.  A time to share our food and some of our story.  A time to get to know one another all over again.  And then share in some new knowledge and then, best of all, exchange views of what we have just seen and heard.  How does it change our thinking or attitude?  How does it fit with what we already know?  Does it change anything?  Is it relevant? 

This isn't probably proper thinking but for these Wednesday opportunities -- I do love Lent.
 

MERRY CHRISTMAS

 

Happiness is a frozen Margarita and peanuts at Texas Roadhouse -- compliments of a Christmas gift card.  This is a semi-annual treat.  Seldom enough that I forget that the first sip is BRAIN FREEZE.  I thought my temples would touch the inside corners of my eyes and the bridge of my nose would reach through to the base of my skull.  I was so numb that my focus wasn't and my breathing almost stopped.  I didn't think I would be able to move -- ever again.

After a few minutes the freeze began to thaw, focus came back and head parts went back into their normal places.  Whew!  Six months from now I'll probably do it again.  I am not one to learn from experience.  I sort of just make it up as I go along and don't make the realistic adjustments that are necessary in life.  I fumble a lot.  Get hurt a lot -- feelings that is.  And in general just don't pay attention to life.
 

LEFT OVER PIZZA

 

My new favorite pizza -- Hawaiian.  Pineapple, ham, and BACON.

Even better warmed up again the next day.

 

IT'S FRIDAY

 

The Week In Review

Two snows this week -- Monday and Thursday.  Really remarkable for this late in March.  Enjoyable though.  Beauty and easy driving is always a plus.  And I do love the snow.  Plus on Monday the awakening of a new venture with the idea of reviving the Pastoral Care Team with the inclusion of Betania folk.  It just keeps getting better and better.

Wednesday was a nuts day this week with a lot of stuff sandwiched all in the after of noon -- Spiritual Avisor, always a plus; couples therapy, usually a plus; and then Lenten Soup Supper and a program on Judas.  Hmmmm, was Judas really a bad guy?  Maybe not.  So I have pulled The Gospel of Judas off the Internet and will look through it.

Then the furnace saga.  We have been smelling oil fumes for ages.  Even after the annual cleaning and still after the "tweaking."  But yesterday we finally had a knoweldgeable person who really worked hard to get it right.  And he did. 

My week begins on Monday and ends on Friday.  Those two sandwiched days in between are where I recover from the prior week and gear up for the next.  AND, of course, do fun stuff.  But I don't count Saturday and Sunday as any part of my "week."  It seems like sort of a no man's land, I guess.  But all the days are my life.  Sundays are ALWAYS church.  Does that begin the week or end the week?  Neither.  Sundays are just right there.  Always the high point.  Tomnorrow, though, a baseball game as our Sam begins playing the season.  should be fun to be with the family and out of doors.  Could be nippy though.  I'll dress warmly.