And The Beat Goes On...........

It's been nearly a week since Ash Wednesday. I haven't gone into FB and do miss snooping into others days and adventures, BUT as I suspected it is a huge waste of time. I have found much better uses of those precious moment and surprise....I have found more ways to waste it.

I have washed the dining room windows and curtains. Cleaned out a corner in the kitchen, you know the shelves that collect strange pieces of clutter. Little cups that are meant for decoration but end up filling with tiny things. I am a surface girl. My house shows it, on the outside is pretty neat, a bit hairy but overall not too bad. But in the cupboards, end tables, drawers and closets it's another story. In any given drawer there is a collection of strange things. Example an end table in the front room. Open the door and there are a hand full of pens, a headless pilgrim (head there, but slightly chewed up by a dog) 9 or so votive holders, poker chips and there is more that's just what can be seen. Close the door, quick and do it another day.

After closing the door I notice my Rockband guitar. It hasn't been played much well since the arrival of FB. So I pick it up, turn it on and for the next hour I play that. Then I design my Rock chick wannabe. Funny how the distracted mind works. I feel a a connection with my 13 month old Grandson Travis. "Oh this is neat, hey what's that, there's something different".

And so it goes on, the beat that is........I really don't think there is much hope for me. I can and will find new and exciting ways to spend my time. It's frustrating BUT it sure is fun.......

Lent

It is the 2nd official day of Lent. When I was a kid, we had to give up something because we were told to do so. Now as an adult I think about the 40 days with more care. I think about Jesus in that Garden, praying, afraid and basically alone. So 40 days without sweets and FaceBook is a walk in the park. A bit o history here.....I was born and raised Catholic. My entire family has been Catholic. Like many young people, when I left the confines of my home and headed out so did my 17 years of my religious upbringing. Church gave way to sleeping late, parties and hangovers. My kids were baptised but, (I am ashamed) I fell short on the their religious education and no they were not confirmed. Fast forward to to the last 5 years. I think it may have started with hanging out with Amy (a Nazarene), or it may have happened because we have a cool Priest who LOVES flowers. I am unsure of the catalyst, but I slowly have been changing my ways. Amy also had a deep faith in her church and during the early days of our friendship we would talk religion. She gave a a daily use Bible of which I almost have it read (don't ever get behind!). Now that I am on the back half of my life I want more than ever to get back into the good graces of my church. So the third part of my Lenten journey is to submit the paper work required so that Dennis and I can receive confession and Communion. (More on that later).