…this song was playing in my head. Kind of by mistake. ‘Cause I was thinking in those twilighty moments just before you really are truly awake, that if I am not careful this week I could jump into the fire and end up worse off than I started.
It was nice to breathe without a hitch in my intake while actually lying nearly flat, the head of my bed is raised just for the purpose of breathing so I’m never really flat. And I have a ton of things I would love to get to so that I am not a looser this year, not Christmas stuff so much, I’m used to being a Christmas looser, totally okay with that, but a garden looser, that is harder for me to accept. And the thaw and my lungs getting better has happened all at the same time, so I could potentially go out there on Wednesday when things are really melted, having recieved a “good to go” signal from the doc on Tuesday, and absolutely kill myself.
So this song played in my head this morning as a warning I think. But then listening to the actual song and I am off on a whole ‘nuther tanget or tangents if you will. Tangent one: My brother gave this album to me for Christmas when I was in jr high, I remember those years with my brothers, going down to Court C and the hippy shops, being wide eyed, amazed and shocked at the Bohemian lifestyle of some people and then how quickly I joined them in the next few years.
Tangent two: How this album rested for a couple of years for me and then when Dirt and I got together, I got it out and it quickly became one of our favorites and “our song” was found on it. Not this one, although we certainly could have whole heartedly adopted this one,
Our song was actually this one, but try not to look at picture as it plays it will mess with your head. Okay take one quick pick, I find it amazing that Nilsson had such a small mouth, such a big voice yet such a small mouth, isn’t that like antithetical in the singing world? Just sayin’…
We got our snow yesterday, finally after weeks (okay more like just a week) of freezing weather but now this morning everything is melty and drippy and back to our usual Pacific Northwest drizzle. I hope everyone is driving safely this morning and getting their work done. Dirt doesn’t teach this week but his week is filled with make up students and paperwork, but then Friday he is done, for two weeks, he used to get three weeks at Christmas, St Lucia morning was often the first day of his vacation, what the heck happened?
Speaking of St Lucia Day… ah never mind I’ll leave that for tomorrow maybe, I was going to rag on cultural Christianity and wonder if anyone could possible imagine having martyrs in our midst. You know, people who actually stand up for the gospel. People who are willing to forego family relations for the gospel and what it encompasses. ‘Cause the way I see it and what I have heard come out of people’s mouths lately, the gospel really means nothing, because we are all so “okay” with who we are, no body needs it, no body needs repentance and reconcilliation with a Holy God, ’cause everybody is just okay with who they are and with who their brother or sister is. Or their precious children, who they just have to see on the holidays. Oh some folks get their panties in an appropriate wad over say, gay marriage, but then embrace their daughter and her four kids all by different guys, oh look she’s on her fifth, complements of the state, isn’t that sweet.
Okay, I’ll stop now. It would be an never ending tirade and nothing good would come of it, I would be marked as judgemental and you would find some cute little Christmas cookie blog to stare at instead. Just think about it though, St Lucia, yeah, according to “legend”, burned at the stake because she refused to marry a pagan. Sheesh, today I get that some would rather burn at the stake than get married but her conviction was to not marry a pagan. So much for missionary marrying for her. Okay, I’m done, really. Back to your sweet meaningless Christmas carols. I’ll try to wake up in a better space tomorrow, I’ll drink the kool-aid sometime today. I’ll forget there are numerous scriptures about leaving the Gentile life behind.
