I need a holiday... from holidays.
Lent is a forty-day period before Easter. It begins on Ash Wednesday. We skip Sundays when we count the forty days, because Sundays commemorate the Resurrection. Thus in 2002, Lent begins on 13 February and ends on 30 March. This is the trivial reason why Lent started the day before St. Valentine day. To give you some back ground on me I am not Catholic actually I am a Methodist. Zen Methodist is a more apt description and I during the season of lent I repent by giving up something. I look for a vice, something I may be relying too much on. In short something I need a higher power to help me not do for 40 days. In the last couple of years I have been running short on vices, any that I could give up for 40 day. One cannot stop overworking for 40 days. It is too hard to measure. So this year like the last couple I have turned to the only nasty public vice I have… Diet Coke. I have given it up as Soft drink, as Diet Coke it self, and as caffeine. This year I am giving up as a diet drink.
This reminds me did I mention I been trying to lose weight? Not a lot just 20lbs I was up at 200lb and I don't like being there. So I have been eating less cheeseburgers and more salads. Well it is working because I am now down to 195lb. Yeah me!
Now about those holidays, ok I like Halloween. Thanksgiving is great, and who could do without Christmas. Now we have Valentines Day… Oh come on! Who scheduled these? All of these holidays at once, is the winter that bad? Maybe I am just humbug about Valentines Day this year…
My friend Cache is going to New Zeland. She will be gone for a whole month… I am going to really miss her… but that is a story for another bedtime… as I say.
Musical Note of the Day:
The Ship Song By Nick Cave and the Bad Seed
Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around
We talk about it all night long
We define our moral ground
But when I crawl into your arms
Everything comes tumbling down
Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around
Your face has fallen sad now
For you know the time is nigh
When I must remove your wings
And you, you must try to fly
Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around