Ahhhhhh Sunday.

Last night was a night that consisted of plans, then no plans, then changed plans, then going up to the bar for a few hours. I took the Drunk Redhead (not the one at the convention, not even close) home as he spewed a list of ridiculousness at me. As I got him home, stumbling up the stairs, a cop pulled up. Gah. I wasn’t too worried, I had had one and half gin and tonics. But still. Anyways, I spoke with the cop, and while I still don’t know what he was doing, the D.R.’s previous drunken drivings were up on this little car computer…he helped himself into the backyard to check on the drunk…I was a little concerned that he’d vomick himself to death…anyways it all turned out well. The officer thanked me for my service to humanity…though after he left I pondered a true service to humanity would be a baseball bat to the D.R.’s head. Just one little whack. But that’s just me. I got back to the bar and hung out about thirty more minutes, and we left. Yes. I left the drunk on his back porch without a cell phone that was charged and sans house key. He’s. Not. Mine. And he has worn thin a friendship that was fairly strong at one point. Now, we did find out that he made it into his house, he did not choke on his own bleagh and was sleeping it off. But my annoyance at him lingered…

which brings me to this morning.

I went to church. M’Lynn, Nan, Caro and Sass and myself joined ranks this morning, at Caro’s request and met at her church for the 9:30 service. It was one of the big ones around the metro area…”Six Flags Over Jesus” was mentioned as a name for it. It was ok though. The pastor was really down to earth and accessable. His message today….

Forgiveness.

Yep. Yep. I sat right up and blinked my eyes clear (church makes me cry) and said, “yes I’m a listening!” Forgiveness. Letting go of past hurts. Moving forward in love and peace.

–verb (used with object)
1. to grant pardon for or remission of (an offense, debt, etc.); absolve.
2. to give up all claim on account of; remit (a debt, obligation, etc.).
3. to grant pardon to (a person).
4. to cease to feel resentment against: to forgive one’s enemies.
5. to cancel an indebtedness or liability of: to forgive the interest owed on a loan.
–verb (used without object)
6. to pardon an offense or an offender.

To cease to feel resentment against. A clean slate. It’s a given that this is a difficult thing to do. To really, truly forgive. Let it go. But I believe I’ve made great strides this week, cleaning out my closet full of baggage, throwing things away.

All of that plus church and I had to get a nap in this afternoon!! Nice. Now I’m up and awake and going to set myself to cleaning the house. Tonight is the closing ceremonies of the Olympics. I am sad for the end. I’ll miss Bob Costas and the Today show gang. I do however, have the Michael Phelps Greatest Olympian Ever in the History of Ever DVD coming to me sometime in September. That will help.

I am excited about the beginning of the Convention tomorrow. I want to watch it with people on Thursday when he accepts the nom. I’m thinking of having people over here, though I would love to see it on a really awesome tv. I’m heading to the Democratic Campaign Headquarters tomorrow to get myself some yard signs. Let’s get this show on the road, I say!

I don’t have too many other plans for tomorrow, rest and relaxation. I’m sure I’ll think of something. In the meantime, you Normals enjoy your Sunday evening and get geared up for the starting week tomorrow.

I think I’ll hit the couch for just a weeeeeeeeee more bit of a nap.

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2 Responses to Ahhhhhh Sunday.

  1. ChromePlatedGirl says:

    I think you should read “Eat, Pray, Love.”
    Elizabeth Gilbert.

    I’ll give you my copy when you’re here, but you have to promise to read it.

  2. Kizz says:

    Forgiveness, the real kind where you actually don’t still remember and dislike whatever the offense was a little, is so hard for me. I keep trying but man alive, as they say, it’s hard to rewire myself for that.

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