It is seven in the evening. The sun has not yet set. The moon is already high. Here he is seen through the lilacs that are starting to leaf. So much spring. Today was a warm sunny day, sandwiched between periods of grayness and rain, so there ought to be more sprouts visible this weekend.
I worked this afternoon. This morning there was an odd rant from a friend on Facebook, to which I replied in a smart ass kind of way -- who put a bug up you ___ -- I wrote. I know this person pretty well. Love her kids. Am on 'kissing' terms with her husband. AND then she really took off on me. Didn't quite get that. Maybe she was having a bad day and I just got in the way. Maybe she took my comment as a criticism -- it wasn't. Maybe she doesn't like me.
There were several responses I might have made. The first one that came to mind was to call her. I was at work and didn't have her number, so that was out. The next thing was to UNfriend her -- how immature. And what would that solve anyway? Took me a very long time to get past the UNfriending option. And then I decided that I would just eliminate my reply and let her nasty response just hang out there. Let her make whatever next move she needed to make.
Facebook is a wonderful social media. I love it because I can be in contact with my grandkids and Bill's grandkids and my nieces, all of whom I love. I have made some wonderful connections. Sometimes I even 'chat' with my son, Jeff. Yes, Facebook does have an important role for us.
On the other hand, words are dangerous. If they are misconstrued, misunderstood, misheard, misanything, it is a disaster. We need to be aware that people respond from the emotion from which they are at the moment. They might not be in the same place that we are when we place a message. Walk softly. Don't be rash. Let things slide. And watch the moon as seen between the leafing branches of the lilacs. This, after all, is where God resides.
We have just finished the fifth of our Lenten series "The Last Week of Jesus" or whatever it was called. Could have been called "The Walk to The Cross." But, no, we did resurrection also. Do we call this part of the 'life' of Jesus? I guess we do if we're true Christians. Then I ask myself, what is a true Christian? Don't know.
We were faced with a LOT of historical 'stuff' that surrounds Jesus. And then a lot of religious 'stuff,' and then again a lot of 'iffy' stuff. Was Jesus killed for political reasons or religious reasons? Who was ultimately responsible for the death decision? Then AFTER the death????
I have taken all this in and mixed it up with what I have already learned. Stirred it around. Some of it conflicts, some of it confirms, some of it is new. Don't quite know how to put it all together. Maybe I don't even have to. In the end does any of it matter? Right now I don't even know that.
Will I continue in my current faith practices? Yes. Will I change my mind about anything? That's possible -- if it fits for me. Notice that I say, 'for me.' I can't take in what is important to a lot of other people. In the end, it is between me and God and God will let me know.
I'm going to have to think of something really cheerful tomorrow to chase away this dismal feeling that the rains have brought upon me. Then again, it is supposed to be sunny. Now THAT would be a plus. I can get the rest of my brugmansia plants out and get the sticky icky from the buggies cleaned up. Maybe sweep the deck and wipe off the chairs. Yep, tomorrow just has to be a brighter day.
Here they come! The first tiny green leaves of the clematis. I am SO excited. Last year they were hidden from the sun and from me by the over growth of bamboo. The bamboo is gone. Now to watch these wonderful new leaf sprouts and watch as the beautiful lavender flowers appear. I think they are lavender. Maybe they are blue. Sometimes you have to remove what has been so what was hidden can come forth again on its own.
The bamboo served its purpose. It filled a gaping spot. Now we can have clematis. The transplanted royal hosta can flourish. Maybe even the astilbe will come forth again. Things change. Life goes on.
I am somehow feeling very compressed by my 'sandwich' days. Not opressed. Just squished -- drained, used up, strung out, no cope, no reserve, no energy, no interest, in fact, no nothing. So I plan to turn in early and hope to regain some strength and perspective.
Tomorrow seven a.m. teeth cleaning and nine thirty taxes. That should get me back into the realm.
During the past year or so Bill has been building birdhouses. He just likes putting things together and playing with color. This is the one that he hung on the front maple tree last week. And THIS is the new resident.
He/she (I am NOT a birder) was busily bringing in twigs this morning. Who woulda thunk ....
They are not being donkeys. They are not being elephants. They are being smug, stupid pigs. They are wallowing in their own mud. They are DUMB, DUMB, DUMB. Our government at NOT working. It is an embarrassment. And what is the point?
