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the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'awww!'

Wednesday, March 23

hump day

right now i am reading the grapes of wrath with my honors english class. i have read this book a handful of times already but am discovering it all over again. i love that about literature, how you can read something once and then a thousand times more and get something different out of it each time.
"the people in flight from the terror behind--strange things happen to them, some bitterly cruel and some so beautiful that the faith is refired forever." (ch. 12)

today is wednesday, "hump day," and i am anxious for the weekend. i cannot believe how quickly easter has arrived. easter used to be my favorite holiday; it always seemed so holy and mysterious. now that i don't go to church, though, i have become sort of numb to it. in a way that makes me sad. instead of going to the sunrise service, i will be sleeping in; instead of singing songs and listening to a sermon, i will be cooking prime rib; instead of shouting "hallelujah" and "he is risen," i will be dying easter eggs and watching my daughter play with her ducks and rabbits. strange how things change. it has been a melancholy week for me; perhaps it is because of this absence of reverence. either way, i will revel in it. tonight i will go home, hopefully get my daughter to bed early, take a long, hot bath and drink a glass of marietta.

posted by sladkaya @ 14:21  

4 Comments:

  • At 23 March, 2005 16:55, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    you and your hump days.

     

  • At 23 March, 2005 21:54, Blogger LuccyM33 said…

    is it ironic or inevitable that we become numb to what we once devoted so much faith

     

  • At 24 March, 2005 07:26, Blogger ceci n'est pas said…

    I think it's inevitable. Cause it sure seems that we are powerless to stop it. Maybe it just isn't interesting anymore.

     

  • At 24 March, 2005 19:36, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Hey, girlie- the things you have planned for Easter are good, but try to get a bit of that reverence back. It is commemorating the empty tomb, after all- He did it for you! Hope you enjoy the Marrietta. We haven't had any since you were here.

     

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