This post contains some adult content.
I think I have nothing to write but I have found that if I just start, then bits of flotsam wash ashore. It is mostly inconsequential flotsam, but it is mine and since I am one of only a few readers, that’s alright then, isn’t it?
I was thinking recently about reinventing myself. It is OK, I suppose, to want to dress a little better, put on a bit of lipstick, but a total reinventing? Is that really even possible? Wouldn’t that be more of a mask than a true reinvention? And wouldn’t that be completely inauthentic? And who would be the real person? And why would I want to do that? For whose benefit? I’m thinking that “Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain, But a woman who fears the LORD, she shall be praised.” And I’m thinking that I’d like my reinvention to come from being daily changed into the image of Christ. I’m thinking of being changed into that same image from glory to glory.
In other news, I had to cancel a catalogue today. Have you ever heard of Vermont Country Store? They sell linens and old-fashioned candy, steel reinforced undergarments and clotheslines. And now they sell vibrators: a fairly wide assortment of buzzing d**dos. I am not, strictly speaking, against such devices necessarily, but catalogues with pictures of them must come wrapped in brown paper so that I am duly warned. Seriously, I just don’t want pictures of fake penises lying around for my kids to find.
Well, that’s all the excitement around here these days. Good night, sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite.