Sunday

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"Great writing can be conjured by great injustice." - Lance Morrow
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I have not done an April Fool's prank since I left my childhood. I cannot remember any of them so they must not have been of any significance which is all right with me. Per se I do not like pranks. Even with good intent, I feel pranks are cruel and do not wish to do them to others. I don't even have a knack for telling jokes either.

Today is Palm Sunday. I was able to get myself up and out of bed to make the 8 a.m. service. I will miss Meet the Press but it is a small price to pay for attending one of the high holy days of organized religion. I can't even remember the last time I went to Palm Sunday and I feel a whole lot have passed between then and now.

I'm not much for organized religion because in my feeling it is all made up of man's interpretation of what happened thousands of years ago. Interpretation was also of the mindset of the king at the time of the writing and so, of course, everything was written so the king looked good.

I believe in a power greater than myself.

I believe that Jesus Christ lived and I believe and live his teachings.

I do like the ritual of the spirituality of my birth church - Episcopal.

Plus, it feels right to go to church on Sunday since the day is ruled by the Sun and is of male energy.

These are only my beliefs; I do not intend to start a ruckus about religion and to each, their own.
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The day is sunny out and cool but not uncomfortably so. It does not appear that we are to have any rain for the next day or so. I may get out and do some gardening. I have a couple of plants I want to transplant. I also want to clean up the corner my potted garden is in. Since the rain and birdseed hulls, it looks messy in that curve. Oh yes, I want to plant some poppy seeds in the little strip of land between the patio and the fence.

Other than that, I am going to take it easy today. I have all ready used my reading area today and I like it.

So, everyone, have a very wonderful day.
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Word of the Day:

unbolted - \un-BOHL-tud\

adjective

The restaurant is famous for its cornbread, which is the product of a generations-old recipe that calls for unbolted cornmeal and buttermilk.

"[Sylvester] Graham advised everyone to eat bread made of coarse, stone-ground, unbolted flour, and he believed that bread should be baked at home." — From Andrew F. Smith's 2009 book Eating History: Thirty Turning Points in the Making of American Cuisine

Flours and meals of the unbolted variety are no longer a staple of most pantries, but the the occasional recipe does call for them. The adjective "unbolted" comes from a somewhat obscure verb "bolt," meaning "to sift (as flour) usually through fine-meshed cloth." This "bolt" — which dates to the 13th century — comes from Anglo-French "buleter," itself of Germanic origin. "Unbolted" was once common enough to have been employed in figurative use as well as literal. In Shakespeare's King Lear a character is described as an "unbolted villain."

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Thus the day passes.

mz. em

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Currently reading:
-- "The Chalice of Blood: A Mystery of Ancient Ireland" - Peter Tremayne
-- "The Daily Book of Art: 365 readings that teach, inspire & entertain" - day 156
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