Ugh.
My hips are singing a song about how nobody knows the trouble they've seen. "Nobody knows," they're whining, "but Jesus."
Well, well, I don't know about that. Jesus didn't carry a bunch of babies on his hips as far as I've read, starting out at age thirteen and if Jesus ever got a fever, it probably had something to do with the fever of chasing the money-changers out of the Temple.
Damn those money-changers!
Maybe they skipped the part in the Bible about Mary calling out to a thirteen-year old Jesus, "Son, come here and get your baby brother and take him to the well and bring back some water so that I can mix this wheat and honey in peace. And change his genital linen too! He stinks to high heaven!"
And Jesus said, "Grumble, grumble, grumble."
Maybe.
I'm cold too. Yep. Something alien has invaded my body for sure. But it's not too bad. And I have an entire day to myself to do whatever I want to do and so far, I have resisted going back to bed although I have library books and two magazines to read which sounds sort of like perfection, to be curled under my covers and reading.
Well, the idea of slowly doing stuff around here that needs doing sounds sort of like perfection too. May and I were talking about what a luxury it is to be able to do things slowly. To take one's time. Do you remember Mr. Rogers singing, "Oh, I like to take my time, I mean, whenever I want to do a thing, I always like to take my time"?
I remember when Hank and May were little and I was a hippie mama who suffered from untreated depression and lived way out in the country (about five miles from where I live right now, actually) and some days, the only thing that gave me comfort was Mr. Rogers saying, "I like you just the way you are."
Sigh. Mr. Rogers was a saint and I am wearing a sweater in his honor. And because I'm cold.
Lord. It's almost noon.
There's slow and then there's TOO slow. I think I may have crossed a line.
I wish I had something interesting to talk about. I bet you wish I did too.
Later, loves. Be well. Keep that genital linen clean. Take your time if you can.
I like you just the way you are.
