Easter Sunday. What a BLAST!
After waking up and having our quiet morning coffee, we made the bed, took out the garbage, and started to make a telephone call.
Then the doorbell rang. And rang. And rang. Then, the pounding on the door started.
I walked carefully, kind of nervously down the hall and tried to see who might be paying us such an enthusiastic visit. Perhaps some friend had brought a ham.
Alas, it was a man now walking to the front windows and peering in, turning around and going to the driveway to inspect the car and open the recycling.
No ham in sight.
After a rather shaky discussion, we get Vinnie the cat into the house, lock up, and leave to pick up some milk.
On the way back, an idea!
The fellow was trespassing, and maybe a few signs should go up informing the (yes, he was a process server) that it would be a bad idea to come back.
Did this idea come to fruition?
Please, drive by and tell us. Leave a note in the mailbox, as we could possibly be curled up in the cold room watching “Scrubs.”
One last Easter rest before the 178 lb t.v. is thrown at anyone who knocks on this door again.
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To process and to serve. Two things I remember from my C&E days when catholic could still be used in reference to my thinking or the thoughts my family and friends had of me.
C&E, for those who may not know, is a reference most priests use in their Christmas and Easter sermons to slightly chide those who were not regular every sunday guests/worshipers/owners of the house of god the priest got to live in. Though the collections from those days (C&E) were like the malls holiday take, a make or break time.
Getting back to the process part, I’m referring to how I used to process the masses, especially once I started questioning many many things about what I heard in the church and what I saw outside the church. Didn’t make sense to me then and still doesn’t, thus the “fallen” catholic moniker I now carry with me (I have a laminated card in my wallet proving it, just kidding). My thoughts this Easter were - was this person peering into the windows to attempt to process and serve some other god - greed perhaps - (REMEMBER THE GOLDEN CALF FOLKS) coming from a morning Easter mass or perhaps waiting until after to use the confessional to wipe it all away.
Oh well. I’ll never know. Will god forgive me for not opening the door? Will god forgive the power at be (landlord, courts, whatever) for choosing Easter as the day of armageddon? Will god forgive the friend at the place I worked and saved their ass numerous times for dumping me without a nod? Will god forgive the process server for working/serving on the day “HIS” son rose from the dead to give our souls a fighting chance in this upside down world? Will god forgive “Dexter” - he’s very much like Arc-angel Gabriel.
Who knows. Who cares? Who are these “Monkey Boys” infesting the earth. Ahhhhh… I’ve said to much.
Tah.
Tomas
By the way, I’d miss the t.v. but not enough for it to fulfill a greater purpose and good.
So let’s go watch Craig Ferguson.
And wait for dark.
Don’t forget the water! And the blankets! And the cigarettes!
Don’t forget don’t forget, don’t forget…..
that it is okay to take a break,
and okay to love each other.
Though not as eloquent as the previous comments, there is something rather perverse in choosing not only a Sunday, but this particular Sunday as the day to pay you a visit. I know telemarketers choose times like dinner time to call because there’s a better chance at finding you at home. But who in their right mind decides Easter Sunday is a good time for this? It would be nice to say “Things will work out,” and “Justice will prevail.” And in the end I have to believe that both of those are true. But in the mean time all I know to say is just do what you have to do to survive. There are plenty of people who love you are wish they could help with something more than words and a telepathic hug.