Well I got quite a few of the thing on my list done today. I'm not too disappointed. And how could I be disappointed when I got to play with my Owen? Bless his little heart- he does love his grandmother. He holds his hands up to me and I pick him up and hold him close and when I went to leave today he cried piteously.
Of course he was very tired.
I bought the knee brace. I am wearing it. It's all black and stylish. And smells rather serious. Like, oh, I don't know. Almost rubber-like. I hear there are rubber fetishists in this world. I wouldn't care to meet one.
Isn't sex just the oddest thing? It's so animal-like and I guess that's why all the religions try to control it so closely. As far as I can tell, that hasn't done one damn bit of good. But they keep trying.
I heard two interviews on NPR today and in both of them, the interviewees had left the Catholic church. One was Anne Hathaway, the other Anne Rice. Mmm. Both Annes. I hadn't thought of that before now.
For both of them, the gay question was the deal breaker. Throw in the fact that women can't be priests and the cover-up about the priest sex abuse scandal and both women felt they had to leave the church. Anne Rice talked about it a lot, her "reconversion" back into the church and then her leaving it. She said in her interview that she had never once had a supernatural experience (although she has famously written volumes and volumes about vampires and now she is writing about angels) but it occurred to me that if she has ever taken the Holy Eucharist, which she has, she has indeed participated in a supernatural experience. Or at least one in which faith makes one believe it is supernatural.
Well, like I have said, I don't have the religion gene and so I really don't have the right to discuss it, I suppose but then again, maybe I do.
Sex. Religion. Politics.
If we don't discuss those things, what are we going to discuss? Lipstick? Crossword puzzles? Recipes? Those are all fine but this life is filled with so much more.
I don't really talk about sex much. My children read this blog and you know, you really don't want to think about your mother and sex in the same sentence. I have a lot to say about it but mostly that it's a big mystery to me, still, after all these years and that in my next lifetime, if there is such a thing (who knows?) I would hope not to be sexually abused as a child. I think it would improve my outlook on such doings.
I am cooking some brown basmati rice and it smells incredible. I'm going to cook a piece of salmon and some spinach and let the rest of the Thanksgiving leftovers sit for another night.
It's dripping rain here in Lloyd and Mr. Moon is gone off on business and it's me and the dogs. I shall give old Pearl the salmon skin. It is her due for being The Oldest Boxer Still Alive On The Planet. She loves it so.
And eventually, I will fall down into my dreams and the dripping rain shall inform them as shall the small dog curled up beside me.
But wait- should I mention politics? No. I don't know enough about it right now to comment. I hear there is such a thing as Wikileaks and I should figure out what that's about but honestly, right now I just do not care.
I would rather fill my heart with what's right in front of me. Think of the ones I love.
That, strangely or not, includes so many of you.
Have sex if you can and/or want to. Same with watching the news and praying.
P.S. I know one thing about sex- it can lead to grandchildren. I highly approve of that.