Ha, just kidding.
Yesterday I visited the folks of Saint Patrick's Church for mass before joining the VBCC critters. I'm curious (honestly) as to what the Anglican bit can add to the witness to Jesus' rule 'round these parts. The drive for catholicity? Sacramental theology? Does it work that way? I wanna know. I've also spoken briefly with Fr Peter about doing my experiential project in that context. I will tell you about it later on...
We roasted a chicken with vegetables for dinner last night; I used a garlic and dried herb rub, with some sage, rosemary, basil and thyme. It was pretty amazing.
I'm listening to Johnny Cash, "When the Man Comes Around." Pretty amazing.
On Saturday morning we got up at 8am in hope of furniture. There was no furniture, so we tried to make up our loss by poking around at the various yard/garage/moving sales for which people have put up signs all over suburbia.
People try to sell utter crap. I don't know why they bought some of these things, or why they think anyone would want to buy it from them.
Old people love this stuff. They're like pigs in slop. They show up at 6 or 7 in the morning so they can be the first who will look at someone else's junk. Why do they do this? I know that we're doing this because we need furniture that both a) is cheap and b) doesn't smell of cat pee. We have a house to furnish. These old people show up in Lexuses (Lexi?) or SUVs or mini-vans to buy stuff they must already have two more of at home. I think it's an addiction: they don't need things, they just want to buy things. It's like a bloody African safari for them. Only they don't sell the ivory, they put it in their garages so that there can be little articles in the paper about how some old couple died, and left a garage full of antique lawn-mowers dating back to 1910. For some reason.
Seriously, I think I saw a TV show about it once.
We got a hammer for $3.