1) I don't know why I'm thinking about the movie "Indiana Jones and Kingdom of the Crystal Skull" this morning, but there is a scene where Butch has to rescue both Indiana Jones and Marian from the quicksand and has to use a huge snake as a rope to pull them out. Why didn't he use his jacket, or maybe his pants? Is no one willing to use their clothes as tools to get themselves out of bad situations? You'd better believe I'd be stripping down if the only way I could get everyone safe is to use my pants as a rope or something. Why am I thinking about this this morning?
2) I've had a couple of weird experiences at work lately. One morning, when I knew I'd be the only one there for a little while, I was walking downstairs to heat up my breakfast when I saw a body laying in the church's breezeway. It scared me, because the last think I want to do is walk up on a dead person when I'm the only one there. I mean, I wouldn't want to walk up on one if the place was full of people, but at least I'd have moral support. I kind of snuck up to the glass doors and tapped on them and the man (thankfully) opened his eyes. Now, I did a really dumb thing and opened the doors a crack and asked if he was ok. He said he was homeless and was just sleeping. I didn't have the heart (or cajones) to tell him he had to leave, so I told him it was fine and went back inside. The poor guy slept there for a while afterwards, but it really freaked me out. I mean, he picked a really smart place to sleep, but it's disconcerting to have a stranger camped out on the literal doorstep of the place I work. Luckily my coworker showed up earlier than I thought so at least I wasn't alone. The man didn't ask for anything and he left an hour or so later, but still. I wish I could have given him something to help him, but I didn't have anything.
We also have a man who has been showing up to church on Sunday nights that kind of freaks everyone out. He's apparently functionally, well, kind of, mentally ill in some way. He may be homeless or he may be under the care of one of the places in our neighborhood, but he shows up with a backpack during the middle of services, he talks out loud to himself and to others, gets twitchy and he tends to get up and wander around the church. He tried following one of the ladies out of the service once, to ask for money I think, but another one of our members grabbed one of our deacons and they stopped him. The pastor says he knows the man and that he isn't dangerous, but the policeman that goes to church with us isn't so sure he isn't unstable. I don't know. It's honestly such a fine line between wanting to minister to people who obviously need help and protecting ourselves and our congregation. You can't really tell people they aren't welcome to come to church (definitely not what Jesus would do ) but how do we know when we might need to put a stop to something like that? As far as I know, we've only ever asked one person to stop coming to church, and that was because she was starting to threaten people.
I just love our church and I love the people in it, and I want them all to be safe.
3) You want to know something that bothers me? It's completely irrational, much like a lot of other things that bother me. I read a lot of foodie stuff on the internet because I really, really like food. Occasionally I'll come across these blogs or Pinterest pins that talk about how you can make a homemade, healthier version of some commercially available product. My problem is that sometimes the people who write these recipes/directions say something to the effect of "I've found this great way to make home made Cheez-Its without all of the crap in them!" It makes me mad when people say that some food thing they don't like for one reason or another is full of "crap." I can't even explain why, really, because it isn't the idea that they don't like the ingredients that bothers me, it's simply the fact that they use phrases like "Without all the crap in them." It isn't even the specific word that bothers me, but it's like someone putting a cigarette out in my eye every time I read that sentiment. I think it's partly because it sounds so pretentiously snotty or something. It's completely irrational.
4) I got stung by what I'm pretty sure was a bee last week and it almost ended me! It's been so long since I have been stung by anything (thank goodness) that my brain almost couldn't process what was going on. I was mowing the lawn, and all of a sudden it felt like I'd been shot in the leg. Quite literally, my mind went blue with the pain that shot through me! I jumped off of the lawnmower and ran into the garage and grabbed the first thing I could find out of the freezer - a pint of ice cream- and put it on my leg, but it didn't help. I went inside and tried the baking soda trick, which helped for a minute, eventually just put ice on it, which helped a lot more, but holy Moses did it hurt! I realize how much like a weenie I sound, but unexpected pain like that just took over me. Luckily I'm not allergic, but my leg swelled up and a weird, red, bloody dot popped up where I'd been stung. My leg muscle actually contracted and didn't let go for a long time. It was weird. I was going to be filming a wedding that night, so I had to put pantyhose over that spot (which was not pleasant) but eventually the pain settled down to a manageable level. My leg was very hot where it was swollen, though. It finally stopped hurting the next day and now it just itches like fire. Bees suck! Sorry for admitting what a pansy I am. :(