Struggling with ... not so much

Every time I feel like a super duper repentant Orthodox Christian, I find myself struggling to find a mountaintop from which to scream my newly re-found piety. I can't just let some thing be between me and God or vice versa. I need publicity and commendation and assurances that others value my alleged piety. Gah.

I've been reading about Dorothy Day for one of my classes and struggling with the issues of canonization, cult of personality, and the like. What is it about those of us who look to those like her that we don't simply emulate their kind? Why are people putting her image on candles and writing books and nodding in agreement with her but not getting their hands dirty? How am I going to rise up to her example of poverty, solidarity with the poor, and living out the gospel of peacemaking? It's easy for me to say that I don't have to, what with not being Catholic and all, but then what is my response for not following in Mother Kassiene's footsteps of just one hundred years ago in Serbia? What about St. Xenia the wanderer from St. Petersburg? What about the call of Christ to sell all I have and follow him? How much do I get to ignore it and still call myself Christian (other issues aside)? Gah deux.

Kyrie eleison.

keep on walking now

Lovely lovely lovely

The creatures of all cuteness and sweetness - I awoke this morning to Puffers & Smoke Bear sleeping next to each other on my leg pillow. Of course this meant that I was all contorted off of it, but no worries. They are too amusing to be annoyed with. Though I must say, I bought the pillow for my use and I'm getting less and less time with it since they have decided it is of greater comfort than simply being on the bed or the other pillows... such is the life of a cat person. It teaches one great humility and how to be of service, like it or not.

Which reminds me of when I tried to give them some crabmeat last week - you would have thought I tried to feed them asparagus. Foolish me, thinking that they would like it. No sooner was it dished out and served then Tigs & Puff literally looked at me and howled in unison. No interpreter was necessary this time - it was a decided chorus of WHAT THE... WOMAN?!? I got the message and they had tuna post haste. No credit for even trying. :)

just a piece of pecan pie

Terrible grammar, but...

I spell most words correctly. I understand an occasional misspelling or typo, but there are certain words I see misspelled consistently on the internet and for whatever irrational reason, it makes me nutso. Not that it takes much to make me nuts, but still. In the past there have been times when I acknowledged an annoyance and was therefore able to let it fly away like a bad combover (as if there is a good one).

So with that, I commence with the more annoying - though certainly not comprehensive and subject to amendment- list of misspellings I encounter:

hypocrasy - hypocracy - hypocricy
privalege - privelege - priveledge
constatution
grammer
vegitarian
prosilityze
confidance

and my fave misstep, the your v. you're. As in, I love you're hat. or Your my favorite!

Bah! Gah! Bark! Chomp! Squeak!

i'm gonna spend the rest of my life dry

Do over?

I'm about to become another statistic. I don't know in which category/ies, but I know I will get bad news. Sometimes I wonder how to develop the courage to go on in this life. I have messed it up so badly and my attempts to right my ship as it were seem to drop me further into frustration and futility.

Can I get a second chance with a clean slate? I'll be good next time. I promise. Look, my fingers aren't even crossed.

what a show!