I just got a spam email that had this subject header:
Any women will jump into the abyss for a man that wears a Submariner SS watch
So men … you want your women to jump into the abyss? Here’s the watch for you.
It inspired me, renewing my flagging faith in development charities. But travelling in Malawi refreshed another belief, too: one I’ve been trying to banish all my life, but an observation I’ve been unable to avoid since my African childhood. It confounds my ideological beliefs, stubbornly refuses to fit my world view, and has embarrassed my growing belief that there is no God.
Now a confirmed atheist, I’ve become convinced of the enormous contribution that Christian evangelism makes in Africa: sharply distinct from the work of secular NGOs, government projects and international aid efforts. These alone will not do. Education and training alone will not do. In Africa Christianity changes people’s hearts. It brings a spiritual transformation. The rebirth is real. The change is good.
I read it here.
“Microfiber” isn’t about the fiber. It’s about the amount of time the fabric will last. Like a microsecond or so.
I will never again buy microfiber socks.
I hope.
First Sigh
When a charity calls I say what I say to anyone who calls to sell me something or ask me for money: “I don’t accept phone solicitation. You may mail me something if you’d like.”
If the person I’m speaking with says, “I understand,” but then continues to hound me I’m not happy. When I finally say, “As I said, I don’t accept phone solicitaion,” and the person nearly hangs up on me I’m just annoyed.
Oh well. Perhaps Sloan Kettering won’t get my contribution this year; I’m sure I can find another worthy charity.
Second Sigh
I tripped and fell in front of my sister’s house this morning. (Hi Carolyn! Hi Mom!) I’m fine. But what a silly thing to do. My ankle is only a bit swollen, and I’m only a bit sore. Mostly I’m just thinking I’m a total klutz. :-)
Happy Sigh
I had tom ka gai and pad thai for dinner. It was very yummy. (Once I’ve had my Thai food, though, I’m done with it for a while. I can only handle the flavors every so often.)
I haven’t had antsy legs for a while. Hmmm. I wonder if I’m going to have to deal with RLS again, or if this is just something I’m getting due to sitting in an orchestra pit too much. (I’d love to blame things on Nutcracker; it deserves it!)
I’ve now done nine Nutcracker services, and I only have six to go, two of which are on tomorrow’s schedule, one on the 24th, and three following Christmas day. I’m hoping to make it to church first, although I’d have to be sure and leave rather quickly after the service for our 1:30 show.
I’m really looking forward to Christmas … and seeing the all our kids here. Yay!
“Did you ever know how beautiful you were?”
This is said to a woman after she has tons of makeup applied. For some reason that just sort of bugs me.
Maybe I’m just in a bad mood, though.
There’s an ad (I think it’s for Swanson’s broth) where a grandmother tells a very cute and sweet looking little girl something (I can’t even remember what it is she tells her … see how much I pay attention to ads?) and then says, “But don’t tell anyone. It’s a secret!” The girl responds, “I promise!”
She then proceeds to tell someone.
I guess they think it’s cute. I just see a little girl who told a lie.
I know, I know. I should get over it.
On Thanksgiving I searched and searched for our coffee maker. We only use it when large parties are here. Otherwise it’s the espresso machine or the French press. I looked everywhere. Really. Kitchen. Laundry room (which is kind of the “junk catcher”. Guest room (second junk catcher). My studio closet. Garage. Finally, giving up, I called my mother who brought hers over. (Thanks, Mom!)
Today I opened up the closet door in the laundry room only to see the coffee maker sitting there staring me in the face.
I looked in there! Twice, if I am remembering correctly (but I’m not going to trust my memory at this point).
Dan and I have often joked about my “tracking device” … a device only women seem to have.
So is this the beginning of the end. Is menopause about to start? I’m guessing so. Sigh.