The Revival Center next door was punching it out last night for long hours. Mr. Moon reported that when he got in at 10:30 they were rocking the roof and they were there early on in the evening. They sure don't seem to keep regular church hours and I've yet to really grasp a schedule.
I was asleep already at 10:30- there was no reviving me.
And so it is Saturday morning, a buzzing, clearer morning, and I guess we'll go ride that train with those boys. Lord knows I feel a pull to stay here and clean. Sinks and toilets are all in need of scouring and porches are all in need of cobweb and Lloyd-black-sticky-dust removal. I have never seen the likes of the spiders we have this year. Not just the large dramatic ones, but the small ones too and you can't reach up into a lamp to turn it on without thrusting your hand into a nether-world of webs and I don't care how many times a week you remove them, they will be rebuilt. There are hanging meat-lockers of dead and desiccated insects everywhere and I am not making this up.
Well, the webs and dust and nastiness will be here when I get back and I can hardly pass up an outing with Mr. Moon whom I have barely seen in weeks and with the boys and Lily whom I see frequently but never yet on a train.
I see that Mitt Romney has chosen a VP candidate and the slings and arrows are already being hurled. I will have to do some research. Not that I would vote for Mitt Romney even if he chose Keith Richards as a running mate (now that would have been in interesting choice, eh? but no one ever consults me on these things) but one must know one's enemies. Or something like that.
I am what they call around here a Yellow Dog Democrat which means that I would vote for a yellow dog if it was running against a Republican and you can argue with me all day that one should vote the issues, not the candidate but my philosophy is that anyone these days who calls themselves a Republican has said it all just in that choice of party and there is no need to further worry about it. Yes, I am aware that not all Democrats are good nor are all Republicans bad but tell me the name of the yellow dog and I will cast my vote for it.
So there you go. From toilets to politics in a few short paragraphs and they could have been shorter.
Happy Saturday, y'all.