cars

we are watching aforementioned movie in the basement.

"this could be a cute movie," david suggests as we polish off the previews, which include "ratatouille" about a rat in paris and "peter pan."

this is amazing to me.

not the movie, but that i am upright and watching a movie while blogging. of course, it's not what i had planned for my day.which is remnisent of the sermon given by robt fain this morning. i cried in church a few times, not enough for david or mom to notice, saying prayers and singing songs, in this lenten season. the ot was genesis, abram's revelation from god that he is FATHERING (mothering?) a nation, and to have faith in god. which he, against better judgement, does.

"ha ha ha ha! look at that CUTE tongue!" david exclaims.

i know that voice!" david says. indeed?

"there goes a tire!" david interjects happily.

"of course." he tells the movie, when a runoff is declared.

and the luke gospel was

(there is a rusteze commercial on the movie which david uses to consult his computer. interesting for a man who made his nest egg with advertising. "you know who that is? owen wilson!" he decides.

we are trying to decide, not having paid the strict attention that we could have, to the beginning: which car is the one that eats razor blades for breakfast?

the luke gospel

"we won't hestitate to break down the garden gate. life is a highway/ i wanna ride it all night long." (lytics from a song in this movie that you might remember from the 70s)

i love you so much sister. i do. i am crying again, unbeknown to my cell mate. i mean, fellow bottom dweller.

perhaps, no likely, i have the shot crud. had planned to plant flowers and vegetables, but instead crawled in the newly made bed, clad in sweats for garden work, freezing cold and covered with the comforter. reading the 1989 national geographic wall poster of THE HOLY LAND, full of interesting detail, from the stone age to now. well, to 1989. (i have kept it all this time, since pre-bransford, to put on the wall.)

then i go to sleep for two hours, aching and shaking.

so now: i still need to talk about luke. the deacon, curtis, was in the procession with the acolytes and got confused, something i can't recall him ever doing. he skipped "kills" and the sentence didn't make sense so it tripped him up. anyway, we can't remember the passage (i have asked david) and i'm too tired to go upstairs and find it, maybe i'll remember it anon)

the sermon: don't make plans. god has 'em. sure, order your life, but keep god first and you'll have life everlasting.

amen.

so there you are.