Dym Tim, I miss you. Your "peace out" every post has really hit home.
Last weekend I went on a bus crusade of sorts, to find a temporary home where people don't hug and touch too much. I wanted to be with church, but didn't want to give anyone my ... problem. It took lots of bus riding and lots of avoiding kind people wanting to greet me with a faith hug and kiss, but I finally found a really nice church at St. John Neumann's. Everyone was really very nice, but there was no chance of spreading the baldness.
When I first went into the church, I just slipped into the back because it looked like they were having a weird service of some sort. Everyone was sitting in the front pews, and there was something on the table in the gathering space. People were real quiet, though. I thought maybe I just couldn't hear them from the back. After a long while, and a few people came and went, I decided maybe it wasn't such a formal service anyway, so I went closer to look.
On the altar there was this really big odd-looking metal thing. It had a cardboard circle in the middle, and spokes radiating out from it. There were really pretty gems placed very artistically in places. It actually looked like a 2-dimensional puffer fish from the tropics (I went scuba diving once, and had a lot of fun making the puffers puff.) ... only much prettier than a plain brown puffer. When I tried to go up to the table, one of the gentlemen in the church stopped me, and said I couldn't go up there. I didn't want to make contact with him, so I didn't push it, but went back to a side pew to see what would happen.
Nothing happened, really. But as I sat there, I realized I was feeling a peace that I've not known before. I sat there for a really long time, but it didn't feel like a long time.
I went back the next day, and the next. It is such a beautiful place, but beautiful in an unusual way. I miss SOV2, but not as much as I thought I would. There is something there that I just can't leave. I can't put words to it, but it's very real.
I think I'm getting better, though. The squirrels in the neighborhood, and me, have very thin hair, but it is growing back. I found another stray cat (this one was healthy to start) and brought it home, and it hasn't lost any hair yet. But before I come around, I want to be absolutely sure, and I want more hair. I hope to be back soon.
Che': PLEASE, unhook H. Robert Williams from anything electronic. He's going to get nasty if you don't!
Dym Tim: Can't you stop H. Robert from posting?
Peace out.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
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8 comments:
Sr fair raw,
i bin thinkin about the sqwirreleses--if I mold thim out toe-phooey and roll im in red pepppe kin i shoot that an et it?
and why u got that towel thingy on ur hed?
hey Sister,
stayaway from that pointy thing - it sounds like it's a "monsterance", Fr Juno was always trying to sneak one into sdov2...
when you step on one of those little burrs - you know - hey get stuck on your pants, and then your like hey! get off me!
but is that the deli?
Hey! Is a monsterance something we can use at mass this Sunday because also in addition to the PETA girls dressed as salad and tigers a bunch of the wicca people are coming too. ITS GOING TO BE AWESOME!
Oh yah, ever since I.R. put that fule in H. Robert's jar he has been pretty quiet. I disconnected him again.
Che'
Chee--
u rekon i suld putin somma mi gammer Clydella's havinyerra an jalopyinya hot sawse?
An systur, that think an yer hed looks reel digneefyed, lik the piktyur of than holly momm u shewed me.
Hey I.R.!
Was that hot sawse what was on those tofu chicken wings that we had last week at Appalachian Peoples Solidarity Night? Those were awesome but I couldn't feel my tongue for a week. Can you get an extra bottle?
Che'
Today is a very bad day. First the trouble at our commune and I come here to solace and to read the thoughts of our Righteous Syblyngs and I find this "ignorant redneck" person speaking Latin. I need to go chew on some willow bark.
Yepper--itz inna pit frum ur holiidai and nexta ganpappies fule.
bee kirful notta minumup
I gived H robber more fule and sume of Gammers hawt sawse an now heiz goin up and down inna jar and turnin colors and bubbls i cummin oweta him. i thinc he liks it.
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