FOR TODAY September 27, 2015
Outside my window… dusk. It was in the 90’s today. I’m looking forward to seeing the blood moon tonight.
I am thinking… about what needs to happen this week.
I am thankful… that the first time I’ve lectored in 5+ years went well. (The ELCA church I attended in West Covina didn’t put me on their rotation in 2010 and Jon’s last parish also never did, probably because of it involving Daniel running loose or the ushers having to deal with him.) I got a lot of compliments on it, which is totally *NOT* the point of doing it but still was nice.
In the kitchen… gluten-free mac n’ cheese for me and a smoothie as dessert. I need to pick up some more spinach tomorrow for them as I have a feeling I’ll be having a lot of them in October.
I am wearing… dark blue-green shirt (yay Old Navy fitted tees!) and black capris.
I am going… to be reading the transcript of the Pope’s speech at the World Meeting of Families when I’m done with this. I’ve been reading transcripts of all the Pope’s addresses this week because I don’t have a TV and I can’t be online most of the time that Daniel is home.
I am wondering… about what the *REAL* reason is for John Boehner resigning. I’ve heard everything from the Pope’s address of Congress being a Nunc Dimittus call for him to him trying to end on a high note because his position as Speaker of the House is in jeopardy. Maybe a combination of both?
I am reading… Furiously Happy by Jenny Lawson. I finished Post Traumatic Church Syndrome by Reba Riley and really enjoyed it. It ended up being the deciding factor in me spending October gluten-free.
I am hoping… to get a call back about my biopsy results from the endoscopy/colonoscopy this week.
I am looking forward to… the weather cooling down. I hate heat and am so completely *OVER* temps in the 90’s. It’s freaking autumn already!
I am hearing… whatever my father-in-law is watching through our two bedroom doors.
A Daniel story for today… the little monster kept stealing my sun hat and trying to wear it with his soccer uniform yesterday.
Around the house… my mother-in-law is cleaning the kitchen and making biscuits while I put Daniel to bed.
A favorite quote for today… “When I went on my first antidepressant it had the side effect of making me fixated on suicide (which is sort of the opposite of what you want). It’s a rare side effect so I switched to something else that did work. Lots of concerned friends and family felt that the first medication failure was a clear sign that drugs were not the answer; if they were I would have been fixed. Clearly I wasn’t as sick as I said I was if the medication didn’t work for me. And that sort of makes sense, because when you have cancer the doctor gives you the best medicine and if it doesn’t shrink the tumor immediately then it’s a pretty clear sign that you were just faking it for attention. I mean, cancer is a serious, often fatal disease we’ve spent billions of dollars studying and treating so obviously a patient would never have to try multiple drugs, surgeries, treatments, etc., to find what will work specifically for them. And once the cancer sufferer is in remission they’re set for life because once they’ve learned how not to have cancer they should be good. And if they let themselves get cancer again they can just do whatever they did last time. Once you find the right cancer medication you’re pretty much immune from that disease forever. And if you get it again it’s probably just a reaction to too much gluten or not praying correctly. Right?” — Jenny Lawson, Furiously Happy
I love this particular quote so much because it *VERY* accurately illustrates the crappy logic people like me get from people who think that we can just magically snap out of our depression by focusing on the happy things in our lives. (For those new to this blog, I live with both depression and an anxiety disorder. I’m also a recovering self-injurer.) As Jenny has blogged many times, “depression lies” and no number of thoughts of happy things in our lives can move us past the sheer gloom and pain we feel. The cancer analogy is pretty close to home for me because I live with my father-in-law who is fighting cancer.
One of my favorite things… air-conditioning. I couldn’t survive down here without it.
A few plans for the rest of the week: walks, core work, probably some weights to make me LBD-ready for the fall fundraiser at church, Bible study on Wednesday, PT on Thursday, soccer practice for Daniel on Thursday, date night at some point, and Daniel’s soccer game on Saturday.
A peek into my day… The kiddo and I on Saturday.
To the morons obsessing over various iotas of the Pope’s visit:
You do realize that flipping out over him not outright mentioning abortion in various speeches or having conniptions over Mo Rocca lectoring at Madison Square Gardens or any of the other crises I’m hearing about makes you look like fruitcakes, right? Nobody in my world believes that the Pope failing to mention the word “abortion” means that the prohibition against it has been dropped from Catholic social teaching. As for the Mo Rocca thing, you’re in a pretty select group of people if you know what I’m even talking about and can cite chapter and verse of Scrpture and the Catechism as to why this is a BFD.
If you want to evangelize the world, try being people who who show love instead of people who make me want to run screaming away from the banks of the Tiber where I’m sitting.
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