The people who were honored in the Bible were the false prophets. It was the ones we call the prophets who were jailed and driven into the desert, and so on. ~ Noam Chomsky
Onions. Map overlays. It's no wonder I'm a little batty on occasion. Peel a layer & something quite different is going on.
I hate 4th term I really, really do. There's just so much going on & I'm not a big fan of Christmas so I flip when the Chrissy decorations start arriving before my birthday. Seriously people. It's October still! We celebrate Christmas in December. De~cem~ber. That's over 8 weeks away & we have 2 birthdays to get through before then. That's just general madness & after all these years I can pretty much ignore the general madness but there's my kids.
Theo says he's coming home for my birthday. That will be interesting because to the best I can figure out his rather garbled message he's coming home next month. My birthday is this one. Yep. He's mathematically challenged too! Oh, & Star, who grizzled no end because I asked her to go on line & look up the English civil war, which falls within the Baroque period & we are looking at the Baroque period this term. Bor~ing!Given 2 Stuart kings lost their heads round about then & they are family [in a round~about & very convoluted way] you'd think she'd be more interested, but nah. I thought it would be blood~thirsty enough for her too [yes, she's going through that stage] but all I got was lots of eye~rolling & pleas for help. Give me strength! To make amends she put on Elizabeth: The Golden Years for me ~ which I have seen, several times~ & then proceeded to lecture me about Mary Queen of Scots. Um, when did she get to be such an expert? Not my period. For all I know the child could be right. Stranger things have happened.
Added to which, because we had a cancelled rehearsal on Wednesday, we are requested to attend rehearsal on Saturday. At Cooparoo. You know something? I didn't even bat an eyelid over that one. Cooparoo? Yawn. Maybe I am finally getting used to rushing all over Brissie like a mad woman. Oh, & we do know where this place is. It's fairly straightforward so even if I sorta forget my way I know it's not going to end in a nightmare.
Liddy is coming home ~ I think. Maybe. She has been remarkably silent. Maybe she died of the plague & forgot to inform me. [Yes, I speaking to you, my daughter!]
At this point in time Marlow has the entire household extraordinarily well trained. Every time I disappear from sight he sits in the middle of the floor & cries like a baby. Invariably someone [yes, Dearest too] picks him up & carries him round petting him while looking for me! No, my cats aren't in the least spoilt.
I think I could be forgiven for forgetting to pay the bills or buy the bread & milk [only I don't] ~ especially given that Star & I find the men in our lives unbelievable. We arrived home the other day, well after tea time, to find neither man had eaten because they couldn't be bothered to cook for themselves ~ & yes, they were starving! Not impressed. How hard is it to toss 2 minute noodles in a pot or peel a banana?
So stuff, you know. Life heading for chaos, as it invariably does round about this time of the year. Not a good time for the Lord to start tapping me on the shoulder ~ especially as NaNo starts next month & I'd really like to do NaNo again this year. I missed last because we were gearing up for Singapore & chicken pox! And then, out of the blue, another child says they think they have a call to missions [I think he's right] ~ which requires time, & prayer, mentoring & more prayer; & this will be an ongoing process. Did I mention prayer? Prayer, prayer, & more prayer. In amongst which the Lord is telling me other stuff, some of which I have to do something about. Meanwhile we have the cooking & the washing, the homeschooling & the music while I now feel like under all the everyday stuff that has to be done, & which gets done, there is this running stream of spiritual stuff bubbling & burbling away & requiring at least some of my attention most of the time. To say nothing of the cats. My 2 very neurotic, psychotic cats. The cats who think my sitting down to prayer is is an open invitation to leap in my lap, lick my face, clean my ears, rub their faces all along my jawline, knead my knees & generally make themselves at home. Lord, it is a little distracting, so talk a little louder. Please? Seriously people, I know why those monks sat on top of poles for years on end in the middle of a desert. Pole & desert both looking good about now!