There are a few observations about my day that I want to share with you, the ever curious and friendly few who would admire my penchant for the small and unnoticeable. So, here goes...
I went to St. Mary's Hospital in Madison today to visit a parishioner who was in the ambulatory surgery section of the hospital. Mind you, this particular section is on the sixth floor. I have never been on the sixth floor. I got off the elevator, turned to my right, immediately noticed the familiar smell of bread rising, and what do I see smack dab in front of me? A bloody Subway...an actual Subway there in the corner of the hall. I could not believe it. I have heard of hospitals having of all things, a frickin' McDonald's not far away from their cardiology department, but this was one of the most oddest and frankly, out of place things I have ever seen! Although, it is a damn good excuse to grab a cookie or four when you are visiting Grandma Snerd!
I actually bought a leather bound journal today... Now, I have been writing poetry, but it has been on the computer, for the sake of ease and editing. When I started writing, I used something similar to what I bought. Although a good friend of mine gave me that one. That is the one that I filled up with my friend Bram at Perkins (see few posts back with attached poem). I like this one. It is quite thick and leaves room for plenty of my strange observations, what I call poems, odd thoughts, quirky theology (I am thinking about writing a book about theology for people who don't like theology or church although, knowing a few people like this, they may not even care). Additionally, I bought a new book by one of my favorite mystics. "The Way Of The Heart" by Henry Nouwen. I have yet to read it, but heard a single quote from it, and knew I needed to read it.
Let me tell you how much I HATE Madison traffic say, oh around 5PM! Now, thank God I do not have to do that everyday! I would go berserk if I had to endure sitting in that mire of machine and human and gas! It sucks! I hate to imagine what traffic is like for other metropoli (yes, that's plural). I left the west side of Madison at 5:01. I arrived in Oregon some 40 minutes later. It normally takes a good fifteen minutes. Now, I know I don't have much ground to bitch on here, but I found myself looking around at other people enduring this slow torture. Everyone looks straight ahead as to ignore each other...we all have sunglasses on and we all have pissed off/looks of exhaustion plastered on our faces. I of course found a pastime that kept me busy...I found the tastiest bag of sunflower seeds in my middle console (dill pickle flavored...SPITZ!), and began to enjoy with an empty Lipton tea jar for the used carcasses. I listened to Queen and enjoyed the slow trudge, until I found my back road shortcut home...but, I will not tell anyone here. Muuwahahaha!
It was last night, that I was scanning my favorite channel - VH-1 Classic. And for some odd reason, they had The Cure unplugged showing from like 1991. I immediately stopped, and watched this incredible band play these melancholy songs on their acoustics, and I get a bit choked up, because this was the band that Bram and I would admire, well, obsess about, and in doing so, Bram tried to do his hair all the time like Robert Smith...he succeeded quite well, and tried to teach me the technique for the perfect ratted out hair. I tried it, but I could never get the full volume like Bram. We would sit in his room and listen to Disintegration over and over and over. We would listen to it, and as we would, we would pull out our guitars (mine and his Dad's) and we would listen by ear to see if we could play the songs. We did alright! To this day, I do have a difficult time listening to The Cure because of the memories associated with them. The day Bram died, I spent that afternoon listening to Disintegration. It somehow lessened the shock, but not much. Anyway, I like The Cure...well, anything after Wish sucks! And you know, Bram would agree with me by just nodding his approval! "Well, it's opening time down on fascination street..." More later...
I went to St. Mary's Hospital in Madison today to visit a parishioner who was in the ambulatory surgery section of the hospital. Mind you, this particular section is on the sixth floor. I have never been on the sixth floor. I got off the elevator, turned to my right, immediately noticed the familiar smell of bread rising, and what do I see smack dab in front of me? A bloody Subway...an actual Subway there in the corner of the hall. I could not believe it. I have heard of hospitals having of all things, a frickin' McDonald's not far away from their cardiology department, but this was one of the most oddest and frankly, out of place things I have ever seen! Although, it is a damn good excuse to grab a cookie or four when you are visiting Grandma Snerd!
I actually bought a leather bound journal today... Now, I have been writing poetry, but it has been on the computer, for the sake of ease and editing. When I started writing, I used something similar to what I bought. Although a good friend of mine gave me that one. That is the one that I filled up with my friend Bram at Perkins (see few posts back with attached poem). I like this one. It is quite thick and leaves room for plenty of my strange observations, what I call poems, odd thoughts, quirky theology (I am thinking about writing a book about theology for people who don't like theology or church although, knowing a few people like this, they may not even care). Additionally, I bought a new book by one of my favorite mystics. "The Way Of The Heart" by Henry Nouwen. I have yet to read it, but heard a single quote from it, and knew I needed to read it.
Let me tell you how much I HATE Madison traffic say, oh around 5PM! Now, thank God I do not have to do that everyday! I would go berserk if I had to endure sitting in that mire of machine and human and gas! It sucks! I hate to imagine what traffic is like for other metropoli (yes, that's plural). I left the west side of Madison at 5:01. I arrived in Oregon some 40 minutes later. It normally takes a good fifteen minutes. Now, I know I don't have much ground to bitch on here, but I found myself looking around at other people enduring this slow torture. Everyone looks straight ahead as to ignore each other...we all have sunglasses on and we all have pissed off/looks of exhaustion plastered on our faces. I of course found a pastime that kept me busy...I found the tastiest bag of sunflower seeds in my middle console (dill pickle flavored...SPITZ!), and began to enjoy with an empty Lipton tea jar for the used carcasses. I listened to Queen and enjoyed the slow trudge, until I found my back road shortcut home...but, I will not tell anyone here. Muuwahahaha!
It was last night, that I was scanning my favorite channel - VH-1 Classic. And for some odd reason, they had The Cure unplugged showing from like 1991. I immediately stopped, and watched this incredible band play these melancholy songs on their acoustics, and I get a bit choked up, because this was the band that Bram and I would admire, well, obsess about, and in doing so, Bram tried to do his hair all the time like Robert Smith...he succeeded quite well, and tried to teach me the technique for the perfect ratted out hair. I tried it, but I could never get the full volume like Bram. We would sit in his room and listen to Disintegration over and over and over. We would listen to it, and as we would, we would pull out our guitars (mine and his Dad's) and we would listen by ear to see if we could play the songs. We did alright! To this day, I do have a difficult time listening to The Cure because of the memories associated with them. The day Bram died, I spent that afternoon listening to Disintegration. It somehow lessened the shock, but not much. Anyway, I like The Cure...well, anything after Wish sucks! And you know, Bram would agree with me by just nodding his approval! "Well, it's opening time down on fascination street..." More later...
