I have some friends in the student-family apartments up the block. They've been having some unwanted company, in the form of rats. So after the gory murder of one, they set traps.
These traps--intended to kill the vermin they catch--are baited with organic apples.
(Yes, I have permission to tell this.)
He and his computer are both under the weather; I thought he could do with some cheering up. Perhaps we all can.
Stella Marrs is an artist local to my hometown. Check her out.
more humorous pics
I don't normally blog things as trendy as LOLcats, but this time I had to. Enjoy.
A friend showed me this; I had to share. You can find more such silliness, and not so silliness, here. (Click on the pic, to enlarge.)
I left the Ranch eight days ago. I've taken showers every day since. My toes are still dirty.
I love that!
...but it's a good "ouch."
My director's daughter, whom I met at the Oly Food Co-op before I moved to California and through whom I got this job, is visiting for four days, between spring in Nicaragua and summer school at Evergreen. We'd only met each other that one time, so it's been fun to hang out a little.
Sean, Calen, her boyfriend Sam, and I played two-on-two soccer last night, from just after sunset until dark. We only played for half an hour or so, and none of us were any good, but I hadn't appreciably moved in two years.
Wow, did I wake up sore.
I'm stealing from Wild and Precious.
Check out this Jesus Dance. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Scroll down past the photo badge in my sidebar, and see what's new! I got the IM widget from Eileen.
It's easy to use; just make up a name for yourself, and say hi. :-)
In honor of the conversation we just had, I went back into Chris' blog and dug this up. I was less Chalcedon-compliant when I took it the first time, more than a year ago, but there it is.
Wanna play?
You scored as Chalcedon compliant, You are Chalcedon compliant. Congratulations, you're not a heretic. You believe that Jesus is truly God and truly man and like us in every respect, apart from sin. Officially approved in 451.
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...why not me?
Here is some Saturday catblogging, posted because I was just on the phone with the human attached to said cat. He was on her keyboard, "helping" her post a comment on Jane's blog.
This is the Apostle in Exile's cat of many affectionately-derogatory nicknames, asleep on a sweater given to them by her then-rector for just such a purpose. I took the pic last January. He now prefers sleeping on her desk.
Heaven help me, I'm supposed to be working. But this is too glorious not to share.
Thank you, Mark Harris!
…for publishing this photograph of an Easter ad run by the Bay Area Reporter (local LGBT rag). I already had a paper copy; now I get to share.
My church is on the lower left. If this is "making trouble," I am proud to do it.
You might want to swallow whatever you’re drinking, before you click on the link!
...gave me a laugh!
Click on the title of this post; you will see my friend Max's take on a photograph from the event in Lodi last weekend.
The pic, from the San Francisco Chronicle, is unintentionally funny. The commentary by Max is priceless. :-)
Wanna play?
1. Favorite way to spend a rainy day
Napping with a not-terribly-gripping novel
2. Favorite song about rain
The only one I can think of: "Here Comes the Rain Again" by the Eurythmics
3. Favorite movie featuring rain
Too obvious: "Singin' in the Rain" (which I've only seen once)
4. Favorite piece of raingear, past or present
Duck shoes! They were the first online purchase I ever made (from REI, years ago) and my feet haven't been nonconsensually wet since.
5. Favorite word for rain
"Pouring buckets", "the sky's spitting," or "God's taking a shower again"
What I've accomplished today: Got out of bed, fed myself breakfast and lunch, and brought in four boxes from the car. I'm exhausted, sore, and don't feel like moving. I need to transplant the nasturtiums I brought here, which are dying a slow death from light starvation. I have to want to wash yesterday's dishes. And I need to edit and post World in Prayer, since it came in my in-box and we were up later than we meant to be last night. The Apostle in Exile has a day job. I don't. She slept less than I did; apparently the cats kept her overly toasty. (I sleep quite comfortably on the living room couch.) But here I am, too brain-dead to play with someone else's writing, too tired and sore to move.
What's become of me? I drove back to Berkeley yesterday, to go to an appointment that was rescheduled from last week and to finish packing my room. The drive normally takes an hour and a half; two hours in traffic. I left the Apostle's house at 9:30, and dragged into Berkeley at 2. On the way, I got a flat tire, on the freeway. BANG! I didn't panic; I was relieved to have my cell phone with me. But I couldn't un-stick my jack enough to get the spare out from under the car, and while I have had a tire-changing lesson, it was more than ten years ago. I called 911 and had a tow truck help me. I really don't like doing the incompetent-girl thing. Alas. I am now no longer a Wal-Mart virgin, either, since the tow-truck driver told me how to get to their tire shop, a few miles down the road in Tracy. I had to wait an hour there, so I found a non-enormous-chain lunch place (Filipino) while they gave me a new tire. Then I was on my way again.
Needless to say, I missed my appointment. Oh well. I went down to Brewed Awakening and got a peach smoothie to pack by. Everything takes longer than you think it will, and I was a dirty sweaty mess at 5 when some friends from St. Aidan's came to take me out for Chinese. I found a clean shirt, and went with them. We stopped at Saul's for macaroons on the way back. I'd told them after spring break that I needed new images. One is making me a quilt from her stash pile, in purples, blues, and greens, just the size to nap in. The front is finished, so she brought it to show me. It's beautiful, and I'll have it in September.
I didn't finish packing my car until 9. Dropped the keys with my friend Vik (whom the Apostle calls my "Berkeley mom," because he once wiped my face with his napkin) and went on my way. Fortunately, I had no more mishaps. Got home at 10:30, a bit sunburned but not too much the worse for wear. The Apostle and I hung out and had ice cream. A good ending to a difficult day.
Now, I have to get off the couch and get something else done. We're going to the DioCal ordinations Saturday, and will play in the city all day after that. I'm leaving Sunday, likely via the redwoods but it depends on time. I probably won't write again until I'm in Seattle, next week.
Peace to all.
I believe...
I broke a dishwasher the other night. I had help: I was tickled, and fell over the open door, so that now it opens farther than it's supposed to. The Apostle in Exile and I fixed it with an empty flower pot. (It hardly ever washes dishes anyway; it's her drying rack.) She tickled me because I'd said I was sorry too many times for some other thing. I fell backwards, bouncing off the dishwasher door and landing on the floor. She checked to be sure I was okay. Then we laughed until we were both out of breath.
Later, I couldn't get over the idea that I was worth more than her dishwasher. I mean, I hadn't expected her to yell at me or anything. I'm not ten anymore, and we don't have that kind of relationship anyway. But she wasn't upset for a second, and I couldn't believe how that could be.
When I was a kid, my parents and I were time-sharing at their friends' cabin. I borrowed their daughter's bike. I fell off, and came home bleeding. My mother's response: "I hope the bike's all right." I don't think she even stopped washing dishes to look at me. I knew I was worth more than Emily's bicycle, and that her parents wouldn't likely freak if I had damaged it. I remember even trying to say so--a gutsy thing, then. But I grew up in a home where material things mattered more than people. I would never, and have never, treated anyone like that. I've worked a lot with kids, and began intentionally so I'd know that I wouldn't. But this sort of thing sticks with you.
The Apostle gave me lots of hugs and reassurance, and a couple days later I was beginning to get it. We had Haagen-Dazs triple chocolate ice cream to celebrate. I know that my work is to continue this love in other people. I'm certainly willing to tell anyone, "You are worth more than my dishwasher." But it's both incredibly grace-filled and incredibly silly that she needed to say that to me.
I'm getting it, though. I told her it was like a book I read on climbing Mt. Everest, which is an impossible and arduous place anyway, and you'd never want to be there. The hardest part of the climb, apparently, is the last hundred feet or so: not only are you freezing and oxygen-deprived, but it's suddenly steeper until you reach the top. That's where I am. It is not where I was, a week ago.
Thanks be to God.
No, and unfortunately, neither is the contraption under the dorm windows a water slide (as was alternatively suggested). It's the sunshade covering the courtyard for Friday's commencement.
Way to go, graduates! Blessings upon you.
I just sent the Peeps home to Seattle with my bishop's husband.
::giggle::
I wish I could be there when +Nedi sees them. Apparently, when she was at St. Aidan's, they impaled Peeps on sticks and processed around the block, every year at the Vigil. Resurrection is such a good joke on Satan, you see. You have to laugh--and you get to.
[Bob was down here for a School for Deacons thing; they both used to be deeply involved with them. I saw him downstairs, said hi and we chatted a bit, then remembered the Peeps when I got back to my room. Fortunately, he was still there when I grabbed them.]
They are both just the neatest people. It was fun to run into him.
Found out today that I have to have my unholy wreck of a room packed by Thursday, to keep stuff in free storage here. That's the day my last final is due. I really didn't work while I was in mid-breakdown, and have tons of catching up still to do. So, back to packing/studying/rolling my eyes at myself.
Honestly, it's good to feel this energy again. Peace and blessings to all.
Oh, and I got the Seattle thing. I'll be interning at Ascension in Magnolia. I start directly after the DioCal ordinations in June, and I'll be there through August.
Unless you know me, you don't know how overjoyed I am to get to be connected with my home.
Alleluia.
