Day #15 - Maundy Thursday...
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shadowkatMe: What is Maundy Thursday?
Mother: I think it's when they annoit or wash the feet?
ME: I used to know this.
Mother: I'm pretty sure that's it.
My Bible Study Group invited me to do a Maundy Thursday, where we'd light candles, and read the Biblical verse from Mark, and an Adrienne Rich poem and a prayer. It was quite moving - and kind of what I needed today. To sit in silence, with the readings from the point before Jesus' betrayal by Judas, and Peter's Denial of him - where he tells them that's indeed what they will do.
After the readings, they asked if we had anything to say about them. For myself, I oddly identified with Jesus - who knew all this was going to happen and could do nothing to stop it. He had to let it play out. The inability to do anything has been plaguing me all year long.
***
Family
The doctor, or rather the second opinion that mother sought, wasn't overly reassuring. He informed her that the type of fracture she suffered would take six months to heal. (I took this as six months from today - and was rather upset when I learned about it at lunch. But no, it turns out it is six months total, so really only three months left. Mother had been rather upset at lunch time - so of course I assumed the worst. She's upset for the usual and understandable reasons - she's dependent on other people to take her places, drive her places, get her mail, get her food, do her laundry, etc. She can at least take a shower and go to bed by herself now. But mainly she's upset about my father - and the inability to bring him home - which I think we are slowly coming to grips with - won't ever happen now. My father is dealing with it better than she is, I think. In part because he's not in his right mind - dementia.)
Six months seems to a pattern at the moment. I found out that the Pfizer is 90% effective against the virus for six months. Which begs the question, what do we all do six months from now? Get it again?
If I'm being inundated with information about COVID, why shouldn't you be too?
***
Crazy Company
Meeting today was...weird?
I have no idea why Boss felt the need to pull me into this meeting. Nor did anyone else for that matter. The head of safety was kind of surprised.
After a bit, I think everyone, including boss, forgot I was there. I felt sorry for boss, since the meeting was dealing with the sort of minutia that annoys him to no end. They basically spent an hour discussing and kind of arguing over the correct pricing on a spread sheet. This was pricing on a spread sheet for a contract/procurement that I had nothing to do with, no background with, and no information on. I couldn't add anything. Not that anyone asked me to add anything. Nor could I get word in edgewise even if I could add something. So I basically just watched the birds out my window and listened. Occasionally watched boss and the other folks visible on the call, and looked at a spreadsheet - that I'd never seen before nor had any knowledge of.
At some point close to 2pm, Boss got bored and left, so I followed suit. I figured if he doesn't have to stick around - neither do I. It would have been rude to leave before he did - but after he left, not a problem.
I've decided to forget about the meeting. So shhh.
***
Creepy Song
While working today, Helen Reddy's classic song Angie Baby written by Alan Dale, came on my iphone. (I have an Apple Music Streaming Account, and when Reddy died - I downloaded all her songs.)
And...I never realized how incredibly twisted those lyrics are until today. So, I'm halfway through the song - when I think wait a minute, and rewind. Did I just hear that right? Whoa! That can't be right? Rewind. Yup.
It's kind of like a Twilight Zone episode or horror story wrapped inside a tween girl's song.
You live your life in the songs you hear
On the rock n' roll radio
And when a young girl doesn't have any friends
That's a really nice place to go
Folks hoping you'd turn out cool
But they had to take you out of school
You're a little touched, you know, Angie baby
Lovers appear in your room each night
And they whirl you across the floor
But they always seem to fade away
When your daddy taps on your door
Angie girl, are you alright?
Tell the radio goodnight
All alone once more, Angie baby
Angie baby, you're a special lady
Living in a world of make believe
Well, maybe
Stopping at her house is a neighbor boy
With evil on his mind
'Cause he's been peeking in Angie's room
At the night through her window blind
I see your folks have gone away
Would you dance with me today?
I'll show you how to have a good time, Angie baby
(Angie baby, Angie baby)
When he walks in her room he feels confused
Like he walked into a play
And the music's so loud it spins him around
'Til his soul has lost its way
And as she turns the volume down
He's getting smaller with the sound
It seems to pull him off the ground
Toward the radio he's bound
Never to be found
The headlines read that a boy disappeared
And everyone thinks he died
'Cept a crazy girl with a secret lover
Who keeps her satisfied
It's so nice to be insane
No one asks you to explain
Radio by your side, Angie baby
And, and...they made a CARTOON on the Sonny & Cher Show - who were apparently into turning songs into mini musical cartoons. They also did Big Yellow Taxi, Bad Bad Leroy Brown, Demon Alcohol, Dark Lady..
I was blown away by this today. It was so random. Also, I remember loving the song as a kid - and I've listened to it a lot - but I don't think I ever registered the lyrics until now. (I admittedly don't often listen to the lyrics just the sound of them.)
**
I get tomorrow off - holiday (I am in an Irish/Italian Catholic formed union in New York State - I'm amazed the Irish didn't lobby to get St. Patrick's Day off, considering the Italians got Columbus Day. I'd rather have St. Patrick's Day, it's less controversial.). I will most likely do errands around the apartment, take a walk to the grocery store, and veg. I'm considering taking up bike riding this spring and summer - Citibike hubs have finally entered my neighborhood. There's now one at the end of my block, on Church and Ocean Parkway, on the way to the park. I can grab a bike and bike to the park, around the park, and back again. Assuming of course I don't kill myself in the process. (I've not ridden a bike since the 1980s, possibly the 90s, I can't remember. The 20th Century at any rate.)
Did laundry tonight. Considered doing linens, but I waited too long - and the basket was full to the brim. I didn't have enough machines or room in the basket - apparently, I'd forgotten about the mattress pad left over from last time. So, will strip the bed, and change the towles tomorrow morning, and do linens next Thursday. Plus side of working remotely - it's easier to do laundry.
Have a dull headache - most likely due to shifts in the weather. Other than that...hanging in there, like the rest of the world, I suspect. Or most of it at any rate - there are a few folks out there who appear to be having a grand old time.
Mother: I think it's when they annoit or wash the feet?
ME: I used to know this.
Mother: I'm pretty sure that's it.
My Bible Study Group invited me to do a Maundy Thursday, where we'd light candles, and read the Biblical verse from Mark, and an Adrienne Rich poem and a prayer. It was quite moving - and kind of what I needed today. To sit in silence, with the readings from the point before Jesus' betrayal by Judas, and Peter's Denial of him - where he tells them that's indeed what they will do.
After the readings, they asked if we had anything to say about them. For myself, I oddly identified with Jesus - who knew all this was going to happen and could do nothing to stop it. He had to let it play out. The inability to do anything has been plaguing me all year long.
***
Family
The doctor, or rather the second opinion that mother sought, wasn't overly reassuring. He informed her that the type of fracture she suffered would take six months to heal. (I took this as six months from today - and was rather upset when I learned about it at lunch. But no, it turns out it is six months total, so really only three months left. Mother had been rather upset at lunch time - so of course I assumed the worst. She's upset for the usual and understandable reasons - she's dependent on other people to take her places, drive her places, get her mail, get her food, do her laundry, etc. She can at least take a shower and go to bed by herself now. But mainly she's upset about my father - and the inability to bring him home - which I think we are slowly coming to grips with - won't ever happen now. My father is dealing with it better than she is, I think. In part because he's not in his right mind - dementia.)
Six months seems to a pattern at the moment. I found out that the Pfizer is 90% effective against the virus for six months. Which begs the question, what do we all do six months from now? Get it again?
If I'm being inundated with information about COVID, why shouldn't you be too?
***
Crazy Company
Meeting today was...weird?
I have no idea why Boss felt the need to pull me into this meeting. Nor did anyone else for that matter. The head of safety was kind of surprised.
After a bit, I think everyone, including boss, forgot I was there. I felt sorry for boss, since the meeting was dealing with the sort of minutia that annoys him to no end. They basically spent an hour discussing and kind of arguing over the correct pricing on a spread sheet. This was pricing on a spread sheet for a contract/procurement that I had nothing to do with, no background with, and no information on. I couldn't add anything. Not that anyone asked me to add anything. Nor could I get word in edgewise even if I could add something. So I basically just watched the birds out my window and listened. Occasionally watched boss and the other folks visible on the call, and looked at a spreadsheet - that I'd never seen before nor had any knowledge of.
At some point close to 2pm, Boss got bored and left, so I followed suit. I figured if he doesn't have to stick around - neither do I. It would have been rude to leave before he did - but after he left, not a problem.
I've decided to forget about the meeting. So shhh.
***
Creepy Song
While working today, Helen Reddy's classic song Angie Baby written by Alan Dale, came on my iphone. (I have an Apple Music Streaming Account, and when Reddy died - I downloaded all her songs.)
And...I never realized how incredibly twisted those lyrics are until today. So, I'm halfway through the song - when I think wait a minute, and rewind. Did I just hear that right? Whoa! That can't be right? Rewind. Yup.
It's kind of like a Twilight Zone episode or horror story wrapped inside a tween girl's song.
You live your life in the songs you hear
On the rock n' roll radio
And when a young girl doesn't have any friends
That's a really nice place to go
Folks hoping you'd turn out cool
But they had to take you out of school
You're a little touched, you know, Angie baby
Lovers appear in your room each night
And they whirl you across the floor
But they always seem to fade away
When your daddy taps on your door
Angie girl, are you alright?
Tell the radio goodnight
All alone once more, Angie baby
Angie baby, you're a special lady
Living in a world of make believe
Well, maybe
Stopping at her house is a neighbor boy
With evil on his mind
'Cause he's been peeking in Angie's room
At the night through her window blind
I see your folks have gone away
Would you dance with me today?
I'll show you how to have a good time, Angie baby
(Angie baby, Angie baby)
When he walks in her room he feels confused
Like he walked into a play
And the music's so loud it spins him around
'Til his soul has lost its way
And as she turns the volume down
He's getting smaller with the sound
It seems to pull him off the ground
Toward the radio he's bound
Never to be found
The headlines read that a boy disappeared
And everyone thinks he died
'Cept a crazy girl with a secret lover
Who keeps her satisfied
It's so nice to be insane
No one asks you to explain
Radio by your side, Angie baby
And, and...they made a CARTOON on the Sonny & Cher Show - who were apparently into turning songs into mini musical cartoons. They also did Big Yellow Taxi, Bad Bad Leroy Brown, Demon Alcohol, Dark Lady..
I was blown away by this today. It was so random. Also, I remember loving the song as a kid - and I've listened to it a lot - but I don't think I ever registered the lyrics until now. (I admittedly don't often listen to the lyrics just the sound of them.)
**
I get tomorrow off - holiday (I am in an Irish/Italian Catholic formed union in New York State - I'm amazed the Irish didn't lobby to get St. Patrick's Day off, considering the Italians got Columbus Day. I'd rather have St. Patrick's Day, it's less controversial.). I will most likely do errands around the apartment, take a walk to the grocery store, and veg. I'm considering taking up bike riding this spring and summer - Citibike hubs have finally entered my neighborhood. There's now one at the end of my block, on Church and Ocean Parkway, on the way to the park. I can grab a bike and bike to the park, around the park, and back again. Assuming of course I don't kill myself in the process. (I've not ridden a bike since the 1980s, possibly the 90s, I can't remember. The 20th Century at any rate.)
Did laundry tonight. Considered doing linens, but I waited too long - and the basket was full to the brim. I didn't have enough machines or room in the basket - apparently, I'd forgotten about the mattress pad left over from last time. So, will strip the bed, and change the towles tomorrow morning, and do linens next Thursday. Plus side of working remotely - it's easier to do laundry.
Have a dull headache - most likely due to shifts in the weather. Other than that...hanging in there, like the rest of the world, I suspect. Or most of it at any rate - there are a few folks out there who appear to be having a grand old time.