I don't think I update often enough to have faithful readers.
So, I'm back in the swing of things. Back and broke. I was explaining to one of my coworkers, Lisa Haynes, that there's nothing mexican in South Africa and she said "That's how we're going to make some money, Nora! Open up a Taco Bell!"
I negotiated more hours from my store manager--they were only giving me 16, now I should be able to get at least 20 or 25. I also negotiated, with my supervisor, time off for the campout. I could come for maybe Sunday through Thursday. The clincher is whether or not the store manager and the supervisor communicate well enough to see this contradiction... It's so hard to want money and to not want to work. I guess everyone can relate to that?
I went to a BBQ for Mr. Joel's B-day where his friend made this food--briskets and chicken-- in an enormous smoker he made from a fridge that he painted like a cow. The highlight was meeting Joel's sister and brother-in-law, who I like to call "bad-ass Christians," if that helps you understand what fun I had with them. It's nice to meet believers who are also dark and think. I guess, as they sing in Pete's Dragon, "There's room for everyone in this world," But I guess I would prefer to be in the part of the room where the bad-ass Christians are... you know, the Bonhoeffer ones as opposed to the ones who are left behind.
Tonight I'm going to see a band called teh Magnolia Electric Company and I'm excited because I'm not paying. The good thing about being broke is all the free stuff! The good thing about having money is to be able to provide the free stuff, and I prefer the latter position.
One more note. I THINK I AM PLAYING A CONCERT IN DETROIT NEXT SATURDAY NIGHT WITH BLAIR. Most of you readers will be camping out and I can come up there and play you anything you missed (except I cannot play you Blair, which will be the highlight.) SO, I'll update as soon as I know.
And one more "one more note." I am now dealing with the trauma of having my Sunday school kids insist on reading revelation. What's more, to learn that Haskell always skipped some parts in teaching it feeling that he was unequipped to interpret. So who am I, I wonder. But I don't want to deny them what they want to learn. I mean, I would be ticked to have people tell me "You shouldn't read that..." not ticked, compelled. Compelled to read. I also get annoyed when people answer my hard questions about the OT with "Just read the NT." Or "Why are you reading other people's mail?" type answers. I explained this to my father and mother today and my dad gave this Hilarious interpretation of the Old Testament for me. It went something like "In the Old Testament we learn that if we want to take over a nation we just pray and God anhilates (sp?) and then we can take anything He tells us we can take and if we take anything he tells us not to take he will annhilated US." I love his irreverence. Back to teaching kids Revelation (or as Espanolas call it, "Apocolyptica" or something like that.) Any thoughts, 666?
