I need to spend less time on Facebook, and more time here. Using Facebook as a “journal” has issues. The archiving is AWFUL! Every try to find something you posted on FB three months ago? Easy as pie with a blog; like pulling teeth with FB. I wish I could figure out a way to import my FB entries into my blog. I can do it the other way ’round, but that’s not what I want. Heck.
Author: brhythm
Dreaming of Linc and Desirae
I can’t remember all of last night’s dream. I remember that I was going to art school, that I had some large project due, and mine wasn’t done. I remember I was going to try and pass off some quicky creation made of cotton balls, and call it “art.” I remember seeing Desirae Page sitting on a fainting couch in a courtyard area of the college. We chatted. I complimented her on her chiseled back (she was wearing some backless halter blouse), and said something to the effect of “You probably get that from roller derby.” (Desirae actually did used to skate in roller derby. She’s now retired due to injury and is training the new peeps.) She squeezed my flabby bicep and said “What’s your back like?” I said “White, spongy, and hairy!” She laughed in that “that’s TMI and gross” kinda way. As we were chatting, Lincoln McRae walked by. We asked how he was doing. He mentioned he was trying to earn some extra cash to buy his grandfather a really nice gravestone. “He’s 100 years old,” Linc said, “and I want to make sure he’s got a nice stone to be remembered by.” (Side note: I believe Linc’s grandfather is still alive, but I don’t think he’s near 100 yet.) He showed us some samples, and why there just happened to be three gravestones nearby is beyond me. (Like the rest of this dream makes any sense anyway! Why not have three sample gravestones in a common area of an art school!)
That’s all I remember.
Friday Fill-In #141
1. That’s a heckuva place to be.
2. Don’t throw the scissors; I’m over here! (That’s a throwback to this dream I had one night that I was lying on the floor beside the bed, and Susan was wrapping presents. I told her not to throw the scissors over the side of the bed, thinking she didn’t realize I was there.)
3. The possibilities include: pumpkin ice cream and marshmallow, roasted red peppers and garlic, or Pee Wee Herman and Vincent Price.
4. Sausage soup is one of my favorite cool day recipes.
5. How will you know that your car is low on oil unless you check the dipstick?
6. There are two sure signs that I’m going to have a bad day: no coffee and a stormy sky.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to playing funky soul with Groove Machine, tomorrow my plans include playing with Blind Albert and his Two Piece Orchestra, and Sunday, I want to buy a new car!
Friday Fill In #140
1. I feel sorta strange.
2. Tickling Nathaniel is always fun.
3. Right now, I can hear these things: an air conditioner. (And, I can only hear it out of my right ear. I’m having a left ear problem right now.)
4. I don’t have a gig on Saturday night, and I’m glad having that time off will let me got to a Sea Dogs game.
5. The last time I had a physical was 2005.
6. It looks like I’m covering the office phones this Labor day weekend.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to gigging with Blind Albert at the Black Bull, tomorrow my plans include a breakfast alone with Susan, and Sunday, I want to start my new Sunday School class: The Faith Cafe!
Crosswalk Altercation
First, some background information. Maine law says drivers must yield to pedestrians in a crosswalk. It’s a fairly well known law here in ME, and probably all over the country. What’s not as well known is that if a pedestrian is crossing at an intersection with traffic lights, they must yield to the lights, and cross when the light is red. Now, onto my story…
I was on my way into work this morning. I was stopped at the stoplight near my house, at the intersection sometimes known in Rockland as “Five Corners.” This intersection was recently upgraded with new traffic lights, and new walk/don’t walk lights complete with countdown timers–the ones that tell you when the light’s about to change. On the opposite side of the intersection from me, a mother pushing a baby carriage with another child in tow begins to cross what is a fairly wide intersection. Knowing how long I’ve been at the intersection, I know she’ll never make it across before the light changes. In fact, almost as soon as she leaves the sidewalk, the light changes. Three lanes of traffic that should be moving through this green light are now stopped, waiting for this lady to cross. She makes no attempt to hurry across the intersection, but walks at her regular gait.
As she’s just past lane #2, the guy in the car calls out the window to her. He calls her an animal husbandry term usually reserved for female dogs. He also extended his middle phalanges. She responded by telling him to have marital relations with himself, and kept walking.
I post this because over the last few weeks, I’ve had a number of conversations with people about how many today seem to always want to put themselves first. Those of us who want to follow Christ’s teachings should always be trying to put the other person first. It shouldn’t be all about “me.” Why didn’t pedestrian wait for the light? Why didn’t she hurry when the light turned green? Was she thinking “It’s my right to cross the street”? Why did driver have to yell something–especially in front of kids. (And why did mother use equally coarse language in front of her own kids?) Why not just let the lady pushing the baby carriage pass? Was he thinking “I’m too important to have to wait for this lady?” In both situations, it appears to me that each said by their actions “I’m #1, you’re #2, yield to ME!”
Jesus said “If anyone wants to be first, he must be the very last, and the servant of all.” (Mark 9:35) I think that’s an important lesson, and one we should all concentrate on a little more.