Another Monday Night special.
What is my problem? The problem is that I usually load up pictures on Sunday evening. That way, I can just write on Mondays. I dread loading up pictures. I loaded up 2 pictures for this post tonight and it took 20 minutes.
Sigh. Alas, a Monday night special.
My weekend. It was strange. It seem to go by in slow motion. Not sure what was up with that. Well it is over now, so I won't harp on that feeling.
This weekend I attended the memorial service for my grandmother's oldest niece. The woman was over 70 years old. I didn't know her well, but she was always nice to me. (I can't count on one hand the times I've seen her in my life. Mostly at funerals).
Anyway, I decided to go, just out of respect for Grandma. I don't know that side of the family well. All I know is that it's a LOT of people. Her sister had 10 kids, and you know the offspring out of that is infinite. So I went. Our funerals are our family reunions.
And my Aunt, who had moved away, was in town. So I got a chance to see her.
I had a humorous argument with my sister Kentucky. I just knew she was going, but she said no. I'm not going to tell you what she said. But me and CowgirlCre were rolling with laughter in the cubicle.
CowgirlCre said "She's going to go. She's probably going to be in the program. She's going to walk up and say 'I'm have prepared a poem for you...'"
Kentucky was not pleased. I've never heard her uh, speak so loudly to me. LOL
Anyway, like she said, she didn't go. This is odd, since she is the white sheep of the family, and I am the black sheep. I'm usually the one that needs to be convinced, not her.
Although I myself almost didn't go. Grandma couldn't find the address of the church.
"It's on Wesley Chapel Road, Lisa," she said when I called her. I'd just finished talking to a very unhelpful Kentucky about this.
"Mama, Wesley Chapel Road is a very big road," I said very calmly.
I was laying across the bed and I wasn't going to put my clothes on until someone called me and told me exactly where to be.
She found the address and directions and called me. Thank goodness for that. She knows how I am.
I went and out of consideration for the plethora of elderly there in the church, I decided to stand in the back, as there were not enough chairs.
This lasted only 45 minutes, as it was Color Purple church hot in there.
I needed my Obama church fan.
I went outside and sat in the car under a tree and watched a movie on my kindle.
I piped the sound through Lucy's sound system. You would've thought I was ON the Starship Enterprise!
*parking lot ushers walking by and peering at LadyLee... curiously*
Anyway, I saw people pouring out of the church. So I got out of the car.
My mother was calling my name. And I didn't recognize it. (My family nickname is "Lisa" (sometimes "Lee"). I am more use to my gub'ment name).
I saw my grandma, looking all nice!
And I saw my Mother and Auntie. Hadn't seen Auntie in a couple of years.
Mother has gray hair now, which always shocks me. It shouldn't, as I myself am starting to gray around the edges. I guess I still think of them as young, instead of in their sixties.
I talked to them for about 20 minutes, and met a bunch of relatives that I will not see until the next funeral.
Sigh. I wish we had family reunions. But we don't.
I left there and went home. And for some reason, I took a long nap. A much needed nap. There may be a reason for that. I've been juicing a certain vegetable every day that has an opiate in it. Something most of you eat everyday. I've just been juicing it which makes it more concentrated and potent.
I will post about that later this week.
Sunday was... Sunday. I needed to do a fruit and veggie run. There was a horrendous wreck on I-285 and I had to figure out how to get to the Eastside the street way.
A 25 minute trip ended up taking 45 minutes.
I don't complain about such things. Why?
IT COULD'VE BEEN ME IN THE ACCIDENT.
But it wasn't. Hence, I shut my mouth. I don't complain.
It ain't all about me.
The struggle to get that done took up my Sunday. I came home and replaced the string in my weed trimmer and tested it out. I'm not sure if it's a good idea to knock the bark off trees, but it seem to take care of the vines growing at the base of the tree in the process. So, uh, it's working just fine. I suppose.
Today is the beginning of a 31 day fast at church. It was called out of the middle of nowhere, and I was a bit O_o. This is always interesting, because it doesn't really apply to me. Fruits, veggies and water are the norm for me. But it looks as if meat is allowed. Even game meat.
With that in mind, I saw a squirrel leap from the fence to a tree in my yard. I was getting out of the car and I paused.
I was wondering if I could bust him in the head with my cell phone... make a good hearty stew of sorts.
No, not a good idea.
No dairy is allowed. This is GREAT for me, as I am trying to kick dairy out of my life. Same for refined foods. So I may participate on that tip, but I really don't see myself participating.
Why? No beans allowed. Man, I like my chickpeas and white beans. I can live with that but uh... no fair. Shoot. Oh well. We will see. I buy those beans raw and soak them and cook them from scratch. So if I hide them from myself, I may be alright.
One of my coworkers and fellow church members said he hadn't looked at the list and directions. I scolded him about this. I told him me and LadyTee scrutinize this stuff hard. (And you know me, I try to find the holes in things. Didn't work this time, lol).
He said, "You know, I eat my oatmeal every morning."
I laughed at him. "That's on the don't eat list, bruh! You better get that Quakers in before Monday, dude!"
He looked perplexed. I just laughed.
Like I said, I'm not sure how I will deal with all this. What I am interested in is the preaching twice a day. That happened 8 years ago. WOW. Got to see some interesting people preach. I suppose that's why I have a penchant for loving to see some of the deacons and mothers preach. Such wisdom there. A LOT to soak up. So I am interested in attending a few sessions a week of that.
But for myself, just thinking about it over the last week, these times are good for me because I tend to soak my life with useful activity during these times. I've decided to tackle a few personal goals over the next 31 days. A few that are pretty consistent, but some have been stumbling blocks and some have just plain outright irritated me. So I use these times to make a few changes in my life.
Of course, Play Mama is working with me on this. She is a hard nose accountability chicken. She will wear me out with questions. EVERY single day. EVERY. Can't be slack around her. She's not having it.
So... one of those goals? Blog for 31 days straight. Nope it ain't religious. But you know how I feel about religious norms. I tend to be a little rogue., as you can see. One of my coworkers was getting over into legalism the other day. I was screaming inside, but I held my cool.
Lots of food for thought there. And if I don't have anything to post, I will post a piece of interesting scripture, like:
2 words. Full of meaning. BUT it does constitute a post.
So stay tuned for that.
And I am sowing some seed at the end of that... Hmm...
SOMEONE out there denied my seed sowing tonight. HUMPH. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!
*throwing my juicer at YOU cuz I know you reading*
So stay tuned for my 31 days of blogging... I got a lot on my mind, man.
But for now I'm going to bed.
You have a good week... on purpose.