Curmudgeons!

Okay, so I confess I'm starting to get into facebook. Still a bit odd to me just how it can be truly satisfying, but the doors are opening and I'm beginning to understand. I need to be able to upload pics. Sigh, I don't want to give in and buy digital... Maybe I can buy something to hook up my camera phone to? I want to contact Will Craig from SCAD. So curious what crazy things he's up to.

Want to share a pet peeve. Freaking key chain cards, one is fine, doesn't bother me. But I get all kinds of people in here who have a key chain card army. You can't scan that kind of crap!

There's a patron who's been talking to one of the full time staffers a good long while about Middle eastern architecture. It's like she's getting a free tutorial.

Oh, so I'm feeling good again. The downer mood has lifted. I mowed this morning before work. At least the front yard, which is odd, usually don't do that first. It's become a series of tall weeds and my mom has been concerned that our curmudgeon neighbors are grinding their teeth every time they see it. They mow daily... At first I could care less, but I didn't realize my mom was concerned about making tensions worse. Freaking hot out there! I wear all this crap on my face too. A mask goggles and earmuffs. Ended up stripping off all but the earmuffs. They enable me to play my ipod and mow simultaneously.

I had a fun time last night. Went to a Taize service. (that spelling is vaguely correct...) It's a contemplative service put on by St. Mary's catholic church. This was my second time. You come in to this basement room with a row of very uncomfortable benches facing a couple icons. The rows are lined with small lights that create a dark, peaceful environment. The first fifteen minutes are spent in silence then someone rings a bell and leads in accapelo(I can't even get close enough to the right word for spell check to fix it, grr) singing that resembles monk chant. All the words are straight out of scripture. I was a little disappointed about the music because it was all the same songs from the last time I'd come. I think that sort of thing needs to change up a bit. I've never actually seen catholics pray over a meal before, it's sort of weird to see a whole group of people do the sign of the cross before and after a prayer, sitting at a huge table outside of a pub.

The bell always gets me. After fifteen minutes of silence I enter something close to a sleep state because it's so peaceful.

I'm trying to fend off a migraine...