A Little Mish, A Little Mash

I could roam my house nekkid if I want for the next few days. N is off to basketball camp so I have the house all to myself. . . well, except for the dog but he doesn’t seem to mind if I wander the halls in my birthday suit. Not that I will, mind you, but I could. Now that Gladys has put up her privacy fence between our back yards I wouldn’t even have to worry about her peeking. Oh wait, no, she built it with lattice. Hmm, note to self: don’t wander the backyard nekkid.

In other news, BJ’s daughter came to visit him this week. Apparently, they had something of a brouhaha last night, leaving both a little shell shocked. At least I know BJ is, and I imagine his daughter is also. I wanted to spend some time with BJ this evening, but I don’t know under the circumstances if that will work.

I’ve signed up to preach at church again. I’ll be in the pulpit on July 19. My tentative sermon title: What I Don’t Know. (Now that could lead to an awfully long sermon!) based on the Lectionary readings of 2 Samuel 7:1-14a and Ephesians 2:11-22. If y’all want to come let me know, and I’ll give you the time and the place. Yes, I know for most of you it would be too far to travel just to hear a layperson spout off on her theological views, and I’m certainly not expecting many, if any, of you to ask for the particulars. I just thought I’d throw it out there. . . just in case.

If you remember, last time I preached there were three people in the world I had hoped would hear me preach, and not one of them did. This time I’m going to go into it with expectations that none of those three people will be there. As a matter of fact, in some ways I’d just as soon they not be there because if any of the three are there I will feel that it is only in response to my hurt feelings from last time (yes, I let all three know just how I felt about it because even though my original intentions were not to mention it to any of the three I couldn’t hold it inside of me) not because they genuinely want to be there to support me or to hear what message God leads me to share.

I’m intrigued by the SC governor’s little vacation by himself and the ensuing media frenzy. It is truly a testament to what a nobody I am that I can go off on my own and be gone for a while before anyone besides my immediate family knows or cares in the slightest. I feel a little sorry for him that he cut his trip short just to quell the uproar. I mean, I know he’s in a high profile position and all, but my guess is that he was listening to voicemail messages and choosing not to respond. I’ll bet if he’d gotten a message indicating an emergency he’d have been on the phone in a flash. Sometimes there’s too much accessibility. I am known for turning off my cell phone or leaving it behind. I do not feel it necessary to be at anyone’s (well except N, and even that decreases as he gets older) beck and call. That doesn’t mean I don’t check messages occasionally, but I evaluate them and handle them according to level of emergency. I’m betting that the governor is something like that too. I think everybody ought to get off his back and let the independent introverts do their thing. Boy, I never thought I’d be out there defending a Republican. Live long enough and just about anything can happen. UPDATE: Well, I see he’s admitted being unfaithful to his wife. In my position I refuse to cast stones. I stand by my earlier statements.

I’ve decided I form way too many opinions of my own based on my overexposure to TV. No matter how much I know that much of what I see on TV, even my favorite reality shows, is fake, made up in someone’s mind I still grab onto concepts presented as though they were factual. I find myself increasingly distrustful as I think that nothing is as it seems, that there’s always an ulterior motive, that most people are greedy bastards who will stop at nothing to line their own pockets even if it means destroying others. TV has done more to squash my faith in my fellow man than anything else.