The Mississipi Delta was shining like a National Guitar

It sure is fantastic to go out on the balcony at my new workplace and not consider climbing down the drainpipe and high-tailing it outta there, like my previous balcony. Yep, life is good again.  It makes such a difference to be working with adults who are chilled out and not, I don’t know PSYCHOTIC.  Work is a sigh of relief these days.  I intend for it to stay that way and so I have filled my assigned drawer with herbal tea and raisins and hand cream and little vials of essential oil and other treasures to amuse me throughout the day.  Hurray!

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In other news, I am arm wrestling with Geoffrey Chaucer and losing badly.  My first assignment is due on 1 June, but they have suggested that I should try for the middle of April. Which is in two days time, and is not going to happen. Puh-leeze.  I’m doing my essay on the Franklin’s Tale, in the Canterbury Tales, and although it’s definitely an engaging tale and I won’t be bored while I write the essay, I am feeling rather overwhelmed by the universe of secondary readings out there.  Eek!

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Last night we went to listen to my friend Stephen Murray preach on the 20th chapter of John’s gospel, where old doubtin’ Thomas has his mind changed about his doubts.  Poor Thomas usually gets hated on for his skepticism, but the flip side of that is that once he’d had his doubts assuaged, he believes wholeheartedly and calls Jesus his Lord and God. Doubt is legitimate, and if it means you engage with something more critically, when your doubts are satisfied, it frees you to believe wholeheartedly.

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Today we started the day with a cashew-pineapple smoothie.  I soaked the cashews overnight in water, and blended about half a cup of cashews with a sweet medium pineapple, and the freshly extracted juice of 3 golden delicious apples, as well as about a tablespoon of fragrant, virgin coconut oil.  Then we did the hula and made leis. Ha! No, but we should have, because it was wonderfully tropical.  It should last me until lunch too.

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Now I’m going to hang up the laundry with Paul Simon.

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