And, I saw the first Christmas stuff up... --sigh--
Then, on a friend's post on FB, I saw conversation about the same --Christmas in October routine. There was a post to this --the Silent Night of the Living Dead...
--a zombie cresche set....
Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately --depending upon your pov, this project didn't get funded... but I thought it was perfectly irreverent... which, feeling the way I do right now, is perfect.
It goes right along with the new Barbie and Ken stuff....
--and, just sos ya know that there is not any religious discrimination....
There was a FB page with these images, which appears to have been taken down... so, here is another article about them. My understanding was they were made for an art exhibit... and are not desecrating items like a crucifix in a glass of waste water etc.... but sure do bring to mind the idols we erect around holidays, acceptable toys for children, and all that kind of thing.
And, I suppose I feel that way this morning because whenever I cough it brings a whole new meaning to that childhood song about gopher guts.... And, poor Joel upchucked all night long.... Our household is quite the deal. Quite. The. Deal.
So.... I think I shall sit and do some ridiculous marathon of Star Trek or Merlin --something silly and so unreal that I will feel grounded and relevant, even in our current state of being.
At prayer this morning (portions of Psalm 38)
O LORD, do not rebuke me in your anger; *
do not punish me in your wrath.
For your arrows have already pierced me, *
and your hand presses hard upon me.
There is no health in my flesh,
because of your indignation; *
there is no soundness in my body, because of my sin.
For my iniquities overwhelm me; *
like a heavy burden they are too much for me to bear.
My wounds stink and fester *
by reason of my foolishness.
I am utterly bowed down and prostrate; *
I go about in mourning all the day long.
Searing pain fills my innards; *
there is no health in my body.
O Lord, you know all my desires, *
and my sighing is not hidden from you.
My heart is pounding, my strength has failed me, *
and the brightness of my eyes is gone from me.
My friends and companions draw back from my affliction; *
my neighbors stand afar off.
Best psalm ever when one is sick.... I nearly tattooed it on my arm when I was sick with breast cancer... At the time, I read it every morning at prayer, including the other required psalms...
Which reminds me --it's October. If you haven't yet, please get checked with a little tease and squeeze. --P.L.E.A.S.E.-- And gentlemen readers --breast cancer is not just a women's disease --if you have any lumps or bumps, please don't ignore them. Men have less than a 1% chance --but, still, I only had a 3% chance when I was finally diagnosed (I had found a small lump, the doctors insisted it was just pre-menopausal breast tissue stuff. So, I had to wait a year until I was age 40 to qualify for a mammogram... by then, the lump was as big as my thumb and the cancer had infiltrated my lymph nodes).
I can hear the drum leading the cancer awareness walk from the park downtown to the culture center right now.... I was supposed to be there, but... here I am...
--hack hack hack---