I got home about 6:30 Thursday. We ate pizza and watched tv, but even then, both of us were starting to feel a bit like colds were coming on. I'm still having a runny nose and a scratchy throat, but he's taken the final step into total mucous misery.
So, here I am, trying to decide whether to pack up and head back to Big Rapids this afternoon or wait till tomorrow morning. I hate to leave him sick. It's just a head cold (but he's coughing too). Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. Tonight is the Grammy Awards. I've decided officially that I hate teaching on Monday and having to go back to Big Rapids before the weekend ends.
Simon's scratches (self-inflicted) from his allergies are healing. Poor baby. He's getting only dry food now (his "prescription food"), so he feels skinny to me.
I'm still undergoing attacks by the relatives on Facebook. Carolyn wanted to know why I claimed that even though I said I didn't believe in heaven or hell, I still was offended by someone telling me I was going to go to hell. Get real. I told her that I had never known it to be anything other than an insult to be told that one was going to hell. My brother's wife (DC) is suddenly sucking up to me and telling me how she "looks up to me" and loves me. They must need to borrow some money.
Yesterday while I was talking on the phone to my son, a knock at the door (answered by my husband) revealed some local bible-thumpers trying to get us to go to their church. Doug always takes their literature and is Mr. Politeness. Then the second he shuts the door, he throws the crap into the garbage. Maybe that's a good strategy. Bankrupt these churches by making them have to print off more of their crap. No. That means destroying more trees and harming nature. He probably is glad that I didn't answer the door. The door-knockers don't know how lucky they are that I didn't answer the door. They just don't get it. And I would so love to "give it to them." I think about people like Carolyn giving what little money she has to her local church (yet she spends Thanksgiving alone). She lives in poverty, in a rundown old house. Whenever I drive around and see big fancy churches (that sit empty most of the week) surrounded by trailers and Jim Walter homes and rundown shacks like the one I grew up in--well, it pisses me off royally. I remember my high-school friend Barbara's minister driving a big fancy car and living in a nice house (that the church ladies took turns cleaning). The people of this church were terribly poor, but not only did they clean the minister's house for him, they even cooked food and brought it to them on a regular basis.
I got an email from someone interested in attending the Faculty Colloquium. He signed himself "Rev." (I forget his name.) That makes me want to puke. I don't call ANYONE "reverend." I don't "revere" other human beings. You'd think a minister or pastor would have a little bit of humility, wouldn't you? I know people would argue that it's just a title, but that's the point. Names and titles are never without weight. To call oneself "reverend" is rather like calling oneself "beautiful" or "sexy." It may be true that a person is beautiful or sexy, but isn't it a little bit presumptuous to self-designate? Even more so, other people may easily be able to see that one is beautiful or sexy, but how can we tell that a person is worthy of being revered? Because he says so? Uh huh. And because he slaps his bible now and then and quotes out-of-context disjointed bible babble. That's plenty good enough for far too many people, apparently.
I've been reading Idiot America and finding myself amazed at the ways in which this country has embraced stupidity and decided to fear and distrust education and intelligence. Creation Science museums with dinosaurs wearing saddles? Sigh. We are truly entering Idiocrisy.
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