So I just got back from church. New church, first time I've ever been there. Second time I've been to church in this city. I draw the conclusion based on these two visits that some things are done differently here than back in my little hillside redneck mountain town, but whatever. I made the bad decision of going on a family service. Sitting next to an old man who was singing like his life depended on it - no problems with that really - and behind four little trolls. Well, trolls, children, whatever you want to call them. One of the little children, a boy of four or five or so, was in front of me in the line to communion. I was kind of observing him as he picked up the bread, dipped it in the wine, took a bite, dropped the rest on the floor, picked it up again, blew off some dust and then ate it. When I get back home, I express my dislike for this incident to my husband. I mean, I wasn't that pissed off about it, I was just saying "well, this kid was dropping the body of Christ on the floor". Then I demanded my husband give me back my walkman so that I could meditate to the soothing sounds of Mozart. He seemed to get a bit annoyed and said that he couldn't understand that I was so upset that this kid dropped a piece of bread on the floor and yet deny him to use my walkman. I just think his logic leaves a lot to be desired. Just saying.
Today I'm off to play violin with my friend with the dreadlocks. Good. Looking forward to it. I need to play some folk music to let off some steam. Today is the Sabbat, so I'm going to be doing absolutely nothing useful whatsoever. Sabbatical laziness is my new way of avoiding stress. Good huh?
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