Paraskevidekatriaphobia

Behold, I am Ginger the psychic cat. I foretell the future. Gaze into my psychic eyes.

I seeeee.......images beaming into my brain via....satellite. Sirius satellite. It's...it's....it's Don Imus. Free speech for all who are willing and able to pay.

Meanwhile, rappers young and old maintain the verbal abuse for the masses via the free airwaves.

RIP Kurt Vonnegut

This morning I was sad to hear that Kurt Vonnegut had died. I began reading Kurt Vonnegut in Jr. High, probably 8th or 9th grade. I started with Breakfast of Champions because it was lying around the house and the cover was so cool. I was maybe thirteen years old, much too young to appreciate what I was reading. It set a standard for me that was pretty high, though, and set me apart from my friends in a way that I wasn't always happy about and don't think I ever got over. I think it fed into my cynical worldview also, for better or worse. When I got round to reading Slaughterhouse Five, sometime in high school, circumstances in my life made me relate to his writing in a way that solidified my love for his books. It was a welcome escape for me and I read everything of his that I could get my hands on. I have not read Vonnegut for many years now but I think I will this summer and see how it translates to my "grown up" self. I am sad. Although he was 84 and perhaps lived a good long life it sounds like the circumstances of his death took him prematurely.

Energy

I have a simple task to complete. Clean the house. Some day I need to get inside my head and dig out what it is that blocks my motivation to clean. Or not. I'll tell you what I'm NOT going to do. I'm not going to go rip all the tile out of the bathroom like the voices inside my head are telling me to. The voices say, "new tile in your bathroom will fix all your household issues. And, while your at it, why not rip that wallpaper out and paint too". I have two days till we host company here at the house. Two days to completely redo a bathroom.....Must Stop Listening.

So, How do we feel about this?

Yesterday at church I'm sure we had a great Easter Service. I wouldn't know because I was too busy answering a three year old's questions about crucifixion. There was no Children's worship at first service so he ended up sitting with us in Church. So, Crucifixion. How much do we expect a three year old to comprehend? And, how much do we expose said three year old to before yanking him and walking the hallways? What to do? Do we really need to see the crucifixion live and in color on the big screen at what is probably a family service? And I know it is foundational to our faith but what about the Resurrection. I thought that was the focus of Easter. And maybe it was, like I said, I was distracted. The conversation went something like this, (roughly paraphrased)

3yo: Why are they doing that to that man?

Me: That's Jesus, they were very mean to him weren't they?

3yo: But why?

Me: At this point I whisper to him the entire plan of salvation.

3yo: But why?

Me: so we can go be with Jesus when we die.

3yo: Are we going to die?

And so on and so forth.......with this additional humorous dialog:

3yo: does Jesus have Jesus in his heart?

Me: ???

3yo: Is my heart behind my nipple?

Me: suppressed laughter