An entry about real life
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jianantonicWell, I'm sad now that I've finished the Harry Potter book. I'll not say if the end has anything to do with it or not, but I'll miss reading the series for the next two years. There's always rereading...but I never enjoy that as much.
Anyway, real life.
Today at work (at the front desk), someone asked me if our hotels were indoors. We'd have a lot of nerve charging per room if they weren't. But then again, we have the nerve to charge for ice and extra towels, so I guess it's not that far-fetched.
I left work at noon to go to Granny's (Jer's Great-Grandmother on his father's mother's side) 92nd birthday party. I'll take this moment to mention once again that my youngest grandparent, were she still alive, would be older than this. Jer is so lucky. Anyway...the party was great. Jer's Great-Uncle Stoney had arranged most of it, and kept it all a surprise. He didn't want Granny to stress about it, so he just didn't tell her until the morning of the party, at which point she told him he'd gotten the date wrong - her birthday is on Tuesday! Yes, will, Sunday works better for family gatherings, and it was a good showing of descendants indeed. When we began the festivities, Stoney asked Granny if she wanted to make a speech, while we were all quiet just after the blessing (or just before, I don't remember). It was cute...I don't remember it word for word, but it went something like this:
I hope you all are Christians.
That's important.
And thank you all for coming, even though it's not my birthday until Tuesday.
You're all welcome at my house, but don't all come at once.
And then, after lunch, she proceeded to eat an absolute mountain of cake and ice cream. I now see where Jeremy gets his appetite for dessert. I said to her, "Eat all that sugar, and you'll be awake for another 92 years." Apparently she's had plenty of practice with sweets in her near-century of life, because she finished it all, then went home for a nap.
Jeremy and I wandered off on our own in the church (the party was at Barren Ridge Church of the Brethren, across the street from Granny's house), and I made two fascinating discoveries. The first was the baptismal font. I think that's what it's called. That's what it sounds like, anyway. Maybe it's fount? Anyway, when you come from a baby-baptizing tradition like the Episcopal Church, you don't see these things. Apparently, most Brethren (or any anabaptist) churches have these things. I hadn't noticed before, but they're awesome. I want one in my house. Not for baptisms, but like a tub. Go to an anabaptist church and see what I'm talking about. It's so rad! I guess they come in different forms, so I should describe it. It's behind the altar, for one thing. There's like this gap between the back of the altar and the back wall of the sanctuary (I'd noticed this at Bridgewater, but just thought it was like that to emphasize the giant cross on the wall). Anyway, if you actually look back there, you'll see that there's a tub back there! It's got steps on both sides (one side for men and one for women, in this particular church), and it's pretty deep - 4.5 feet, maybe? Anyway, if it didn't only have cold water and wasn't part of the church sanctuary, I'd say it'd be a bitchin' place to throw a party. So I want one in my next house. Jer and I are discussing the details.
Discovery #2 takes a little more explaining, and I'm not really up to the whole debate, but basically, there's a huge, and yet, little-known controversy surrounding DaVinci's painting of the last supper. Google it, you'll see...the knife thing...I'm not going into it here, do your own research...but anyway...I've seen the original, yes, there's clearly a knife, no I don't think the person holding it is one of the people seated at the table (arm angles and extra body parts, etc). But for a painting that has been put up in nearly every church in the world and regarded as a holy thing itself, we can't be talking about death threats at the last supper (besides Jesus, that is). So anyway this church had TWO copies of that painting; one is a tapestry and the other a very nice framed print, but both have been altered in different ways so that the knife thing is not like the original. In one, the standing up guy has had his arm repainted so that he is shown to be clearly holding the knife, though the arm is in such a painfully twisted position that it's clearly not the way DaVinci intended. In the other one, the knife is simply blurred out. Funny, huh? Anyway.
My hives have been a non-issue most of the day, but now that it's late, I'm starting to itch a bit on my hands and I think I'll take some medicine and drift off to sleep. Jeremy won't be here until Tuesday night, since he's volunteering at camp for a few days. I miss him terribly and half regret letting him go...but I wouldn't want to make him stay, either. I just get really nervous when I have to sleep alone. It's one thing to go to bed knowing I'll wake up with him next to me, and a whole other situation to know I have to go the whole night alone. I miss him terribly and have panic attacks at times and it's not good. It would be nice if I could just tell myself to grow up and be done with it, but it doesn't work that way. It's psychological, and I have a very disturbing imagination, and it's just easier if the people I worry about most (read: Jeremy) are in plain view and clearly free from harm. Anyway.
Don't forget my Mary Kay offer...I'm placing my next order sometime this week, so don't wait if there's something you want. 10% off all sets. Or make me an offer and we'll talk. There's some great new stuff. www.marykay.com/megtaylor
Peace.
Anyway, real life.
Today at work (at the front desk), someone asked me if our hotels were indoors. We'd have a lot of nerve charging per room if they weren't. But then again, we have the nerve to charge for ice and extra towels, so I guess it's not that far-fetched.
I left work at noon to go to Granny's (Jer's Great-Grandmother on his father's mother's side) 92nd birthday party. I'll take this moment to mention once again that my youngest grandparent, were she still alive, would be older than this. Jer is so lucky. Anyway...the party was great. Jer's Great-Uncle Stoney had arranged most of it, and kept it all a surprise. He didn't want Granny to stress about it, so he just didn't tell her until the morning of the party, at which point she told him he'd gotten the date wrong - her birthday is on Tuesday! Yes, will, Sunday works better for family gatherings, and it was a good showing of descendants indeed. When we began the festivities, Stoney asked Granny if she wanted to make a speech, while we were all quiet just after the blessing (or just before, I don't remember). It was cute...I don't remember it word for word, but it went something like this:
I hope you all are Christians.
That's important.
And thank you all for coming, even though it's not my birthday until Tuesday.
You're all welcome at my house, but don't all come at once.
And then, after lunch, she proceeded to eat an absolute mountain of cake and ice cream. I now see where Jeremy gets his appetite for dessert. I said to her, "Eat all that sugar, and you'll be awake for another 92 years." Apparently she's had plenty of practice with sweets in her near-century of life, because she finished it all, then went home for a nap.
Jeremy and I wandered off on our own in the church (the party was at Barren Ridge Church of the Brethren, across the street from Granny's house), and I made two fascinating discoveries. The first was the baptismal font. I think that's what it's called. That's what it sounds like, anyway. Maybe it's fount? Anyway, when you come from a baby-baptizing tradition like the Episcopal Church, you don't see these things. Apparently, most Brethren (or any anabaptist) churches have these things. I hadn't noticed before, but they're awesome. I want one in my house. Not for baptisms, but like a tub. Go to an anabaptist church and see what I'm talking about. It's so rad! I guess they come in different forms, so I should describe it. It's behind the altar, for one thing. There's like this gap between the back of the altar and the back wall of the sanctuary (I'd noticed this at Bridgewater, but just thought it was like that to emphasize the giant cross on the wall). Anyway, if you actually look back there, you'll see that there's a tub back there! It's got steps on both sides (one side for men and one for women, in this particular church), and it's pretty deep - 4.5 feet, maybe? Anyway, if it didn't only have cold water and wasn't part of the church sanctuary, I'd say it'd be a bitchin' place to throw a party. So I want one in my next house. Jer and I are discussing the details.
Discovery #2 takes a little more explaining, and I'm not really up to the whole debate, but basically, there's a huge, and yet, little-known controversy surrounding DaVinci's painting of the last supper. Google it, you'll see...the knife thing...I'm not going into it here, do your own research...but anyway...I've seen the original, yes, there's clearly a knife, no I don't think the person holding it is one of the people seated at the table (arm angles and extra body parts, etc). But for a painting that has been put up in nearly every church in the world and regarded as a holy thing itself, we can't be talking about death threats at the last supper (besides Jesus, that is). So anyway this church had TWO copies of that painting; one is a tapestry and the other a very nice framed print, but both have been altered in different ways so that the knife thing is not like the original. In one, the standing up guy has had his arm repainted so that he is shown to be clearly holding the knife, though the arm is in such a painfully twisted position that it's clearly not the way DaVinci intended. In the other one, the knife is simply blurred out. Funny, huh? Anyway.
My hives have been a non-issue most of the day, but now that it's late, I'm starting to itch a bit on my hands and I think I'll take some medicine and drift off to sleep. Jeremy won't be here until Tuesday night, since he's volunteering at camp for a few days. I miss him terribly and half regret letting him go...but I wouldn't want to make him stay, either. I just get really nervous when I have to sleep alone. It's one thing to go to bed knowing I'll wake up with him next to me, and a whole other situation to know I have to go the whole night alone. I miss him terribly and have panic attacks at times and it's not good. It would be nice if I could just tell myself to grow up and be done with it, but it doesn't work that way. It's psychological, and I have a very disturbing imagination, and it's just easier if the people I worry about most (read: Jeremy) are in plain view and clearly free from harm. Anyway.
Don't forget my Mary Kay offer...I'm placing my next order sometime this week, so don't wait if there's something you want. 10% off all sets. Or make me an offer and we'll talk. There's some great new stuff. www.marykay.com/megtaylor
Peace.
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Date: 2005-07-31 08:34 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-08-01 07:10 am (UTC)The portion of the painting with the knife was harder to restore, right? So really there are lots of interpretations which may or may not be true. I do think it's funny that one restorer chose to blur our the knife - censored :)
So the hives are better, overall? Any closer of an idea what it was that your skin reacted to?
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Date: 2005-08-01 07:24 am (UTC)