That is exactly what my precious darling Maurice (aka, Scratch) looked like this morning when I got out of bed. In my experience, cats don't usually like to sleep underneath the covers and I've never seen Maurice do it willingly but there she is. It was chilly this morning. I had to ask her to let me get the sheets off the bed later in order to wash them and she was fairly polite about it, stretching and hesitating a minute or two to see if I was going to change my mind but when she saw I was serious, she jumped off the bed.
Today has mostly been about catching up on some chores. For some reason I had a lot of laundry to do and most of it mine. I had a large load of whites to go into a bleach load and those are the ones I hung on the line. I didn't get them out until early afternoon but by 4:30 they'd all dried. The sun was all by itself in the sky today, no clouds to block its glory, it's been breezy, and the humidity is low. The clean sheets are on the bed, the laundry that was on the line has been gathered in, folded, and put away, and one other load of wash that I did has also been dried, folded, and returned to its home of origin.
I also took the trash this morning and something happened that I had never experienced before. At our trash place, there are two huge containers that trash gets dumped into and the attendant runs the giant compactors when he deems it time. Then the big trucks come and empty the containers and take it all away to the landfill. The attendant also helps people who may need assistance in unloading their trash and getting it into the container. Some of them are rather lackadaisical about this, others are right there when you pull up, asking if you need help. I never do because I only take the manageable trash and let Mr. Moon haul things down there that might require the use of the truck or are very heavy.
So today I pull up and there's the attendant, standing by the first container and I'm about to unload there but I see another guy standing at the one further away and he motions me down to where he's standing. I am unsure of what's going on because he does not look like any of our regular attendants. He had on a pair of khaki slacks with a green polo type shirt and a name tag pin. Which I could not read because I didn't want to stare at his chest. I got out of my car and went to the back to open it up and take out the two bags I had to throw into the dumpster but he stops me and says, "No, no! That's what I'm here for!" And he took the bags of trash out of my car and threw them in and asked me if I live nearby. Yes, I told him, I do. Right down the road. So then, as I was closing the hatch, he says, "Well, I'd like to invite you to come and visit our church sometime. It's the one right there." And he pointed to the big Methodist Church where the white people go which is across the road and up a little way. "Only if you want to!" he added.
Shit. Really? Proselytizing at the dump? Give me a fucking break.
"Thanks," I said, "But I'm not a believer."
"Well the Lord believes in you!" he merrily proclaimed. God damn. Just goddammit.
But I was not rude, I did not say anything offensive or profane or obscene. I just said, "I'm seventy years old and I've thought about this for a long time and I just don't buy it."
I think he may have been unsure of what to say next so he said, "And I'm 72!" which...come on. What does that have to do with anything? He's had two more years to think about it?
I got in my car and left and went to the post office where I made sure there was no Christian literature on the counter again.
There was not.
Why, WHY, do Christians feel as if their purpose on this earth is to convince other people that their brand of a Christ Worship Cult is the one and only true word of god and that unless you buy into their plan, you will be going to hell and why would you risk that?
As I've always thought, if you don't believe in heaven or hell, the whole Christ-died-for-our-sins thing is pretty lame and please- don't include me in there. I would never ask anyone to die for my perceived sins.
No thank you.
Wow. I haven't gone into one of those soapbox speeches in a long time. I suppose I am mellowing with age but that guy at the dump just pissed me off. I swear to you, one of these days when someone does something like that to me I'm going to ask them if they've ever considered joining me in the worship of Keith Richards whose miracles have been observed, photographed, recorded and written about in our own lifetime. He's still alive! It's a miracle! AND he's written some of the greatest riffs of all times including the ones that begin "Satisfaction" (which he wrote in his sleep), "Start Me Up," and "Jumping Jack Flash."
Oh wait. What? He didn't turn water into wine? HE DIDN'T HAVE TO! HE'S KEITH RICHARDS! Besides, he would have turned water into Jack Daniels. And let us not forget that he had his own band for awhile called The Expensive Winos. I admit that this may not be enough to base a religion on but I think it's at least as good as Scientology.
I watered the porch plants, I did more embroidering, I watered the garden. I admired the Buckeye blooms.
I mean, not one soul.
When I was at Publix the other day, I bought vermouth and the very young cashier asked what I used it for.
The blue cheese olives I was buying went through next.
"And these go in the martinis?" she asked.
"They do," I said.
La-di-dah. With any luck, she'll be as old as me too one day and if she has a sweetheart to drink martinis with, she may be quite happy if one thing leads to another which does not include a book discussion.
Hmmmm. A bible banger at a dump. Somehow that seems appropriate. Stay there I sez...just leave Ms. Mary alone. You were a lot nicer than I would have been. Sorry...not sorry. I just can't tolerate bangers in any form...at the dump or the Ritz Carlton. Keep that nonsense to yourself buddy.
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Exactly. And I did not appreciate the way he just took over getting my garbage out and putting it in the container. I am two years younger than him, the garbage was not heavy and what...he's a man? It felt like an invasion and that certainly did not get me off to a good start with him.
DeleteI've found there is no need to be rude to proselytizers. "Excuse me" and then my back is plenty.
ReplyDeleteJoanne- I have a horrible desire to get my two cents in, just as they have.
DeleteHmmm, I've never had a blue cheese olive, I wonder.. did the young woman say vermouth. I'm just wondering if she pronounced it correctly. I don't get accosted by many bible thumpers anymore but my standard response is "thanks, I'll keep it in mind". They move on after that. I used to feel the need to explain myself but no anymore.
ReplyDeleteI don't think she said the word. These blue cheese olives come from the deli and are so delicious.
DeleteI don't think I feel the need to explain myself, I just feel the need to give THEM a different perspective.
Some churches require current members to recruit new members. I've not yet met with any recruitment at our dump.
ReplyDeleteLike you, I do not care to be part of any church.
Happy Friday! It's martini time with the mandatory olive.
The Rattlesnake beans are looking good.
I don't think that Methodists do that. I think they just want to get butts in seats.
DeleteOne of my faculty is always asking me if I need a church. She also wandered into my coordinator's office and said to her "Oh...I see Him near you!" and my coordinator asked, truly terrified there was someone in her office, "who the fuck is in my office?" and leapt up from her chair in terror. I think we haven't stopped laughing about that since. The poor faculty ran out of the office horrified and probably more convinced than ever that we need to come to church. Alas.
ReplyDelete"I see him near you"? Okay. That's crazy talk right there.
DeleteIt's true, not a single other religion has people going around asking you to join them or at least come to church and see for yourself what it's all about.
ReplyDeleteLola sleeps under the covers almost every night especially in the cold and when I had Angel, he did too. Lola snuggles right up against my ribs and helps keep me warm.
Lots of religions go out and try to recruit members. Some of them we call "cults" but I think the religions are cults too so...
DeletePets can be so comforting.
We only see the Mormons here about once a year.
DeleteIf the Methodist church in Lloyd is like Methodist churches elsewhere, it may be struggling to keep up membership. He may have very practical reasons for trying to recruit people -- to keep the lights on! Not that that makes your experience any better.
ReplyDeleteThe Bible does have those lines about spreading the good news of the Lord and blah blah blah, and some people take that stuff very literally. I always took a more passive view -- that you spread the good news by modeling it, and simply behaving with a moral compass. (Something, as we know, that many so-called Christians do not do.)
I like the buckeye blossom. I wonder if a buckeye would grow in London?
Funny about the cashier, curious about vermouth. I guess not many people buy it! I prefer my martinis with green olives with pimento, as opposed to blue cheese, but that's just me. :)
There are many reasons that churches and cults try to recruit new members and $$$ is a big part of it. You're right.
DeleteI know that the Mormons send kids out on missions all over the world to "testify" and try to baptize people into the church but I think a lot of that is so that young people will become even more entrenched in the church. If you spend two years doing something you sure don't want to think it's for naught and also, the more you repeat your testimony, the more you're apt to believe it. It's a form of mind control.
Well done Ms Moon, we had a golden hour here in the South Downs of little ol’ England on Thursday (we reached a high of 20 degrees Celsius which must be around 70 degrees Fahrenheit?) and fortunately I HAVE to hold my husband’s hand as we walked around the garden and veg plot (newly planted broad beans still unmolested by mice I’m happy to say and we have chard and spinach beet galore) and meadow which I had lightly mown earlier in the day. I’m reading Light Perpetual by Francis Spufford and there is a quote by Keith Richards on one of the opening pages. Hang on while I retrieve the book from my bedroom. Here we go:
ReplyDelete“Everything was available in Sidcup.”
I think you may need to read the novel to understand the full significance but having grown up in Twickenham I think I understand what he’s saying.
Off to work in the secondhand bookshop in Petworth town this morning. It’s a farmer’s market day and I have a book to collect from the library (very Twickenham!) so although I don’t open up until 10 I will be leaving shortly. I love working in the bookshop and I’m fulfilling the antiquarian bookseller brief by wearing homemade twill trousers, brown leather Doc Martin lace up shoes, a soft denim shirt and a hand knitted all over fair isle vest. My new glasses are red! I love seeing pictures of your wonderful garden. How big is your plot I wonder and do you measure in acres? My plot is about 2 acres which is plenty big enough. Sarah in Sussex, UK
Sounds like an interesting book, Sarah. And your garden sounds terrific. We have about two acres too but just a much smaller plot for a food garden. I love the sound of your antiquarian bookseller outfit.
DeleteI bet it's perfect!
In the Bible, we are told to be fishers of men. Proselytizing, if you will, is simply believers doing what is asked of them. I know you are not a believer but I would hope that you can understand that people are genuine in their outreach and really just want to ensure that you have heard the gospel. It does come from a place of love. ❤️ Dayna
ReplyDeleteDayna, I wish I did believe that proselytizing came from a place of love but I just don't. Love does not work that way for me. I have read accounts by people who at one point in their lives were very strongly associated with churches who took every encounter with others as a chance to minister to them, to testify and who, after leaving that church for one reason or another felt such vast relief in not having to do that any more- to let each and every other human go about their lives in the way they see fit.
DeleteAnd here in America, there is NO WAY that a seventy year old woman has never heard the gospel. None. I think that was the point I was trying to get across- I know the message, I have decided it is not for me.
Ha Ha Mary. I love hearing how other people respond to the preachy among us.
ReplyDeleteI sort of wish I'd said, "Are you fucking kidding me?"
DeleteOf course I did not.
"The lord believes in you." Yeah, sure buddy. So does the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy. And throw Santa in there while we're at it. If the 'Lord' believed in all people I would think he wouldn't allow children to die of brain cancer or a tornado/fire/hurricane/flood to wipe a town or a madman to commit genocide. But that's just me. Personally I think it's rude to assume that anyone needs saving from supposed sins. We have Mormon volunteers that come to SHARE to help. Minnie started barking the other day and I went to the door and there they stood in their khaki pants, white shirts, and ties. Fortunately they assumed I guess that I'm a believer so they didn't push it on me but did ask if I knew anyone on the street that needed some 'good news''. Not that I know of I said. The year after high school my son and a friend hitchhiked to California. They would dress like Mormon proselytizers because they would get rides right away.
ReplyDeleteEllen! That's exactly what I thought! The Lord believes in me? That means nothing more to me than saying the tooth fairy believes in me. It's bunk, it's a child's story, it's a lie.
DeleteI sort of wish some Mormons would come to my door. I'd love to invite them in and share what I know about their church which they probably don't know, and perhaps offer them my message about the Church of the Batshit Crazy. I could play them videos of the Rolling Stones. I bet they'd never, ever come back.
You mentioned embroidery then moved on to pictures of beans! Can we see the embroidery! Always interested.
ReplyDeleteI'm just doing the simplest blanket stitch around the borders of different panels. You can see it in my post picture tonight.
DeleteThe other day one of the ladies in my volunteer group said that all of the trouble in our country - the fires, the hurricanes, the violence, Covid, etc. is just god telling us to come back to him. One of the other ladies said, "what a vengeful god that would be". And a couple of the ladies said "oh no". And I wondered if I can still be in this volunteer group. We gather to make and sell silk flower arrangements for our local history museum. Usually they are nice ladies but we do have different opinions which we usually don't share because we know we have different opinions.
ReplyDeleteNow see? I would have said something that would probably have destroyed the group. I would have been the lady who pointed out that that was a vengeful god.
DeleteWHY do people feel the need to share this utter bullshit? There have always been fires, hurricanes, violence. "God" has nothing to do with it.
I don't get the proselytizing either. Is it only christians? I looked it up, it's buddism, islam, and christianity that are missionary religions. I guess we only really see the christianity because we live in North America.
ReplyDeleteAs for turning water into wine, pics or it didn't happen:)
I dyed some of my hair purple last week, just the front and it's temporary. A young woman at the pet food store noticed it yesterday and looked surprised and happy to see it. Who knew old people used to be young?
Also all of the religions we call cults. Moonies, Scientologists, Hare Krishnas, and on and on.
DeleteMy pottery teacher has some purple in her hair, as does Lily. They were comparing last week in class and discussing brands of products.
Oops! That reminds me I have a load of laundry in the machine waiting to be hung to dry! The cashier should be lucky enough to have a Mr. or Mrs. Moon to drink martinis with when she’s 70. Proselytizing pushes all my wrong buttons. Intrusive is the least of my complaints. I won’t get started. “Have you heard the word of the Devil”?
ReplyDeletePlease allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and fame...
DeleteAnd you're correct. What right do these people have to intrude upon our space, asking us ridiculous questions about our belief in fairy tales? Get the fuck outta here.
"Please allow me to introduce...." that's familiar but I can't place it. Where is it from?
DeleteRiver: From the Rolling Stones song “Sympathy for the Devil.”
Deletehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jwtyn-L-2gQ
DeleteNow I never liked a martini but my parents did what you do, have one on a Friday evening, olives and all. I once tried the vermouth when no one was looking, I really liked that design and the way CINZANO was written on it, but grrrh, not for seven year old's taste buds..
ReplyDeleteA classic design! No, I bet you did NOT like the taste of vermouth! You darling little child, you.
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