I have slothed today.
FCM, there’s a trashcan next to the complex mailbox. Makes it easier to dump junk mail
And for you you history and literture buffs, today is St. Crispin’s Day
I was not aware that you were well read. My apologies. 
Supper has been inhaled. Time to crochet the night away. MWAH!!
As well as possibly Durin’s Day. Depending on how you define winter.
Did lots of allotment digging and planning- what I originally thought ‘might be a nice idea’ seems to have expanded to basically be a major gardening project. It should be worth it though. I’m basically building raised beds out of old roof tiles, 'cos I can get 'em free, and they work OK. It started off thinking it’d be handy for one little bed, and now I think I’m going to try do pretty much all the beds- or at least 8 of 'em, which will probably take me most of the winter, assuming I can get enough tiles.
It should mean I can get much better soil (it’s far too shallow in many parts), fewer weeds, and will mean I can compensate a bit for the slight north slope by raising the lower beds up and levelling them. It may mean more watering, but apart from that, it should be a lot better.
Now I just need the weather to hold off for another four months or so…
A good time was had by all. More importantly everybody has gone, and the kitchen is all cleanded up. 
I have a sudden urge for Rice Crispie treats.
Making Five Spice chicken with green tea ginger rice and broccoli with shitake mushrooms.
“We few, we happy few ,we band of snackers…”
We should get together and rewrite some of the classics.
Swampy the Catholic Mass can be a workout.
Maybe it’d designed that way to keep people awake.
I like the Vatican Rag Morgyn
I remember the Mass being in Latin, woman had to cover their heads, no meat on Friday, all the old rules.
There are some parts that I could still do in my sleep even after 20 years of weddings and funerals only and likely still will when I’m a dotty old lady.
I grew up in a mixed community, there were plenty of Catholics and other Christians, easily as many churches as synagogues; My elementary school, one of eleven in the community, was in a very Jewish area; in fact I don’t think we even had 3% Goyim. I never understood why the Jews were forced to each fish cakes on Fridays - but I do remember the first Friday we had hamburgers. There was a big celebration.
eta - although remembering the quality of those hamburgers, we were probably better off with the fish cakes. 
Spiritual and physical health!
I read that as “dirty old lady”. Almost asked ‘How you doin’?’ 
That’s why I like being a Lutheran. All the liturgy of Catholicism, with none of the stupid rules or guilt.
To this day, my Uncle Bob won’t eat meat on Firdays - he figures it makes up for the other crap he does the rest of his life! 
Not as cold this morning as yesterday, and very springlike come Tuesday before the cold front comes thru and drops us below average temp-wise again. Looks like Halloween will be a tad brisk, not that I care. We turn out the lights and draw the curtains. There are very few kids in the neighborhood and I don’t need an evening of dealing with the critters every time the doorbell rings.
We’ve decided to do breakfast in Leonardtown this morning. So when **FCD **gets up, that’s the plan. Beyond that, we’ll wing it.
Happy Sunday!!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 51 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 86 for the day. We have a few days of warm up this week followed by a cool front that will cause highs in the 60s by next weekend. Fall weather be weird.
We Espicopalians are oft described as “Catholic Lite.” All of the liturgy, and none of the guilt. Speakin’ of churchlike stuff, today is Reformation Sunday, which is a biggie for Lutherans. I shall deheathenate with the Whiskypalians this mornin’ instead of the Luteruns as I am Lector (the readin’ kind) today. However, in honor of my Luterun bretheren and sisteren, I shall wear a red shirt. Red bein’ apparently the celebratory color of the day. Also today is the Kirkin Of The Tartans.
That should be enough fun facts to hold y’all for a while.
Now I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants sustenance. Then purtification for deheathenizations must commence at some point.
Happy Sunday Y’all!
Happy Sunday!
It’s a sunny 53 degrees with a predicted high of 66.
All I want to do is sleep. No time for that though. I will irk a bit this am and then pack up to go home.
Ex-Catholic or not, I am all religioned out and should be good to go for at least another year.
Not only did I attend the service yesterday but my mother was quoting from the Bible on the ride out and I’ve had two cousins lecture me on religion in the last few days.
The part that really cracks me up though is, I grew up with religion. My father was a devout Catholic (until he had a falling out with a priest and walked away from the church). I went to church every Sunday, spent several years in Catholic school, went to Sunday school, went through all the sacraments and rituals. The works.
My mother was not Catholic and not religious and most of my cousins on that side of the family had absolutely no religion in their lives. They did not even know the basic Bible stories, like who Cain and Able were. They had vague ideas about Adam and Eve and Noah’s Ark, but for the most part they knew nothing.
Now they all have found religion and feel they just have to share with me.
I have blocked so many religious sites from showing up in my feed on FB, and they find new sites from which to post. I don’t want to block them, they are family, but I can only take so much.
I grew up with it, I’ve heard it all, lived it and finally rejected it. I think it is great that some people find religion and prayer as a source of comfort and strength. I’m happy for them but please stop trying to force it on me.
And when they say ‘they will pray for me’? Do they have any idea how insulting that is to a non-Christiian? In effect they are saying they know better than I do what I need and what is good for me. Ummm, no they don’t and they don’t get to decide what I want or need in my life. They think they are loving and caring and showing concern for my soul, I think they are arrogant and condescending and need to shut up.
I really really do not understand people who want to run other people lives. Or who think they know what is best for everybody else. Don’t they have enough to do running their own lives?
I think the final straw was a cousin asking after my mother and asking about where my sister is and how she is doing. I answered her questions, talked about my son and nieces and how they help mom and avoided speaking of my sister. So my cousin asked a few more questions and once again asked after my sister. Once again I answered her and avoided speaking of my sister. So she point blank asked what about my sister. I said that I neither knew nor cared where my sister is and whatever she and my mother do is between them and not my concern. She asked why and I said we don’t get along and I’m happier pretending she doesn’t exist. My cousin said that must be hard on my mother and I said it is but there is nothing I can do about it.
OMG here it comes!!! The lecture about how prayer can change my life and I need to pray for forgiveness (HUH???) and to forgive my sister and pray for us to get along and pray for God to take the hate and anger and hurt from my heart and only if I would just pray long enough and hard enough why God would heal us and we’d all just be one big happy family and get along.
I started to send a long response, but I deleted it and sent that there is no hate in my heart, that I realize my sister is mentally ill and can’t help herself, but it is better for me to cut her out of my life and keep it that way.
Yesterday my friend and I went to lunch after the funeral. I told her I have had enough religion in the last week to last me a life time. She said it was a good thing I hadn’t looked behind me at the IHOP, there was a priest in the booth behind me and he had done a blessing over the food.
So that is my long Sunday morning post.
When has that stopped us.(Red, how ya doin’?)
But if we put a risque kilt on the Capt’n, would that be the Tartan’ of the Kirk?
::searches:: ::searches:: I can’t find that @#$%& ban hammer. :mad:
::searches some more:: I found a big rubber mallet; it’ll have to do. Who wants to hold dogbutt down?
Back from a late breakfast. Chores must begin. ugh.
I really need to get after that online test, and I’m procrastinating like crazy. Ugh.