Sorry for not blogging yesterday. (I meant to wish OK Cap a happy birthday.) I have the week off of work but did end up having to "go in" (from home) yesterday for a few hours, and Travalon's job has started back up, so it's not like we're having the big adventures I had envisioned. I've just been walking with my neighbor, watching Colbert, doing puzzles, and not cleaning. Yesterday I prayed with a rosary that only had four decades, but the last "decade" had twelve beads. Today I got a text that the adoration chapel was closed due to the snowstorm, so don't come in for my regular hour. I prayed at home with a rosary that had seven beads in the first "decade," ten in the second one, six in the third one, two (!) in the fourth one, and ten in the fifth one but one bead right in the middle of the decade was missing. It's like you have to be a mathematical genius to pray with some of these rosaries. In this case, I combined Decades Three and Four and prayed the third mystery on them, and then I prayed the fourth and fifth mysteries on the last decade. In case you were wondering.
Still not sure how I'm going to celebrate my birthday in this era of COVID. The only guest I am expecting that day is Aunt Flo, if you know what I mean. I'll probably just watch the Packers (hopefully!) defeat the Bears. It's not a big birthday; that is on the horizon, but I'm sure by then we'll all be vaccinated and I'll have no way to avoid some kind of Over the Hill party.
Yesterday I was dancing around to music while Travalon was at work, and it seemed like I could almost grasp a truth that the prophets and poets have been trying to tell us, about how all life is sacred. Then this morning I read a rather over-the-top article about how plants are just as intelligent as we are, but it did make me think that we wouldn't necessarily recognize sentience in another being if it's so different than what we're used to. People are always hoping to meet space aliens, but what if we found them and thought they were just slime mold because we didn't recognize their kind of intelligence? We don't deserve to meet space aliens anyway - I mean, look at how we treat non-space aliens! And other life forms on this planet! Christmas Eve I was very bummed to see a bunch of tropical plants left out to freeze because people just consider them decorations and not living things. I thought about trying to rescue them, but there were just too many, and they were probably already dead at that point. It had been below freezing for days.
I imagine tomorrow will be just as exciting, since we're going to be snowed in. At least Travalon will be snowed in with me, because his workplace is closed tomorrow due to the blizzard. I do have to say that this morning I woke up from a dream where I was at a wedding reception or something (clearly no COVID in my dreamworld), and someone stood up and said, "Do you have your instruments? Good - we're going to play 'Coleraine!'" Of course I had my ukulele with me, because who doesn't bring a ukulele to a wedding? But the person put the chords up on a screen for us to follow, and I said to Travalon, "This is all wrong! Those are major-key chords and 'Coleraine' is in A Minor!" Now that I am awake, I think this might have to do with a different Irish tune my band plays called "Gilderoy," because it's modal and we play it with minor-key chords, but someone was sitting in on one of our practices once, and he said, "I've never heard that song played in a minor key! I like it! I've always heard it with major-key chords!" No idea why I would have a dream about that now, but I do get annoyed with the chords they put in some songs, like "Old Joe Clark" is clearly in the Mixolydian but our version has chords like it's straight major key.
OK, at this point I think I'm just babbling, and it's getting late, so time to shut up already. I will leave you with this thought, courtesy of social media: "Is anyone else alarmed that the name of the upcoming year is literally 2020 Won??"
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