To each his own. To me my own.


The local news here in the big city this morning – 2 adults, 2 children dead in apparent murder-suicide. My God. I can’t help but wonder what kind of situation could preempt a horrific act like that. It’s in a ‘good’ part of town, too – which I realize of course means zilch. The entire country world has gone to hell in a handbasket, as my Mammaw used to say.

The human mind is a delicate thing, I suppose. More and more people out there just seem prone to “snap”. I used to have road rage on occasion, I admit it – but now? No way. You have no idea who’s in the car next to you or whether they’ll blow your head off just for reason of you pissing ’em off. We have to worry about this for the upcoming generation, our children. Just leaving the house anymore will put your life in severe danger.

We also had a full moon last night.

On another, more positive note – I get to see my guy tonight. 🙂 We recently made a deal to spend time together at least once during the work week. Now that it’s officially Spring, that shouldn’t be too hard. I find myself wanting to spend more and more time outside.

The end of the week, starting with Good Friday, begins our holiday of Easter. Easter is defined as the Christian celebration of the Resurrection of Christ; celebrated on the Sunday following the first full moon after the vernal equinox.

Today however starts Passover. Many people don’t know the meaning of this Jewish holiday (yes I more than realize I’m not Jewish). Passover commemorates the emancipation of the Israelites from slavery in ancient Egypt.

After many decades of slavery to the Egyptian Pharaohs, during which time the Israelites were subjected to backbreaking labor and unbearable horrors, God saw the people’s distress and sent Moses to Pharaoh with a message: “Send forth My people, so that they may serve Me.” But despite numerous warnings, Pharaoh refused to heed God’s command. God then sent upon Egypt ten devastating plagues, afflicting them and destroying everything from their livestock to their crops as well as killing their firstborn. While doing so, God spared the Children of Israel, “passing over” their homes—hence the name of the holiday. Pharaoh’s resistance was broken, and he virtually chased his former slaves out of the land. It is said that the Israelites left in such a hurry, in fact, that the bread they baked as provisions for the way did not have time to rise. 600,000 adult males, plus many more woman and children, left Egypt on that day, and began the trek to Mount Sinai and their birth as ‘God’s chosen people’.

So there’s your history lesson for the day. Interesting stuff.


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