| OLD TIME RELIGION, WITH DOG
ATTACK
"In other news, I’m currently preparing
a new original comic art sale, four pieces, which I’m going to be offering
for sale, individually, on this website for a flat rate for a week, at which
point I will then take any that are unsold at the end of the week and put
them up for auction on ebay. This will, hopefully, address the concerns of
any of you who don’t have the fortitude to handle a bidding war."
I wrote that yesterday, and it might be a sign
that I'm not getting enough sleep or vitamins or something in that, at the
time, I saw absolutely nothing clunky or redundant about its phrasing. A
sale for original art that I'm going to offer for sale for a week until the
end of the week. I never learn.
This evening, I will be attending a birthday
celebration for my cousin, Albert, who is turning thirteen. I have been advised
that they have acquired and will be watching the movie, "Eragon," and I have
further been advised that I am going to like it. This was actually an order.
Apparently, the novel, "Eragon," was the first book Albert has willingly
read start-to-finish on his own, so they don't want any bad influences sullying
any portion of the "Eragon" experience, which might translate into a slight
on the entire book-reading experience by tangent, thus potentially contributing
to the creation of an illiterate criminal monster.
I'll do my best.
In other news, I don't know how it is in your
part of the country -- or in your country altogether, for our out-of-U.S.
readers -- but it is absolutely wonderful today. Blue skies, 72
degrees inside and out, birds singin', trees buddin', and I just had a sammich.
You only get benefit of weather like this for a few, short days in our part
of the world; the transition from frozen wasteland to steamin' jungle takes
about a week at most, though they like to toss the occasional ice storm at
you in early April just to see if you're still paying attention.
This past Sunday, me and Jason stopped by the
church in which he and Lori are going to be getting married this Saturday.
It's the Robinson United Methodist church, located at the end of the road
upon which grew up. We've attended there a few times, though our regular
church was located in town, some fifteen miles away. Our grandmother is a
near-lifelong member of the Robinson congregation, though the church easily
outranks her, age-wise -- it had its centennial celebration close to a decade
ago.
One of the late, elder Scotts had a hand in
its construction. It's been rebuilt and added onto over the years, and in
one instance was actually turned completely around -- literally, what once
was its back is now its front. As it was explained to me, in the old, old
days, there weren't any roads to speak of, so people in the area travelled
along the actual creek beds, and that was the direction the old church faced
in. When the roads were finally built, people stopped, looked around, realized
they were standing in the middle of a creek, and that was the end of that.
Right next to the Robinson church, now part
of its property, is what was once a functioning one-room schoolhouse. It's
something of a recreation center now, where the church holds most of its
social functions. To this day, long after the 'city' churches declared the
holiday to be a satanic menace and wimped up their own celebrations, Robinson
Methodist still holds their annual Halloween party there for the local kids.
Lotta memories in that place. Annual hot dog
sales, picnics, Easter egg hunts -- oh, and I once had my ear bitten in the
church yard, one sunday, by a three-legged dog named "Bandit" who belonged
to one of the neighboring houses. It stung, and it got blood on one of my
good shirts, which were in short supply, but because it happened during the
kids' Sunday school portion of the morning, my mom ended up taking me home,
thus allowing me to skip out on the tedious regular services. Score!
Bandit was missing his front leg. To this day,
I don't know if that was always his name, or if they simply re-titled him
after the amputation to be a play on the phrase, 'one-armed bandit.' I would
have.
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