Post 374: “What a dump!”

For reasons I can’t discern, my computer desk reminds me of the messiness of a life unexamined.

A bit too philosophical for something that, simply, is house cleaning deferred in favor of writing this post. (You aren’t at fault! I’d write it even no one read it!)

This is the Easter Season, and I need some time to reflect on the clutter that stands between living a life that brings glory to God or one that satisfies some temporal, trivial end. The Lenten season, for me, isn’t one of sacrificing chocolate treats for spiritual gain or giving up television for 40 days.

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[At this point, most readers are thinking, “A holy roller! Dang! I read this for funny things about his cats, Andy and Dougy! There aren’t any cat photos or videos today, either! Rats!” That’s OK, too, but I remind you Andy is named after Saint Andrew, one of the apostles of Christ and patron saint of Scotland.]

I suppose my upbringing in the Presbyterian church may have something to do with my somewhat dour attitude toward observance of this most important holiday on the Christian calendar.

The way I find best to find expression of my faith and a sense of the true meaning of Easter is to listen once again to J.S. Bach’s “Saint Matthew Passion”. Think of it as soul cleaning. No bunnies need apply.

[The first one has subtitles, but a very tedious tempo I find too slow for my taste; the second has a better tempo, has a cleaner audio track, but lacks subtitles…!]

Listen if you have the time, or to as much as you have time for. Bach is balm for a life-torn soul or a soul looking for more meaning in Easter than Cadbury eggs, the Easter Bunny, and the emphemera of the secular observance of the holiday.

Post 344: Unintended consequences can be good!

I’m waiting for Andy to stroll by me so I can snatch him up and give him his medication.

The game’s more involved with each day, where to just reach down and grab him while he gets a drink at the fountain no longer works, and I’ve had to set up a crisis room where my colleagues and I (…me, myself, and I) strategize best ways to disarm the wee rascal with charm and diverted attention. Kitty, I am retired! I have the time to outwit you!

Andy begs to differ! He's a cat. Cats have no time sense. He can outwait me because he lives in the now, not as a slave to a clock!

Andy begs to differ! He’s a cat. Cats have no time sense. He can outwait me because he lives in the now, not as a slave to a clock!

Yesterday, to completely change the subject while I wait for Andy’s grand entrance, I was in the mood for poached eggs and toast. I opened the cabinet door, the one Andy likes to open, to get the poacher out. Couldn’t see or find it!

After having a little tantrum, I decided then and there was the time to do something I’ve meant to do since my brother was here a year ago: clean out and reorganize this dang cabinet! How long could that take, and, besides, I couldn’t poach an egg without the poacher, buried somewhere in the clutter in the cabinet? [I always mess up actual poached eggs, but not the steamed ones the “egg poacher” makes.]

I pulled out plastic lids without plastic bottoms, plastic bottoms without plastic lids. I pulled out a pan that had once been coated with Teflon (TM) that now was mostly worn off. I pulled out mystery plastic thingys that had some indiscernable purpose. I pulled out gizmos that either my mother or I bought because they looked like a good deal for some small task but proved to be more effort when you used the gizmo or the gizmo proved to work less well than a simple knife or one’s hands.

That's the egg poacher  on the far right, bottom shelf, the pan with the glass lid. Yeah, the eggs and toast were yummy!

That’s the egg poacher on the far right, bottom shelf, the pan with the glass lid. Yeah, the poached eggs and toast were yummy!

In time, I pulled out a waffle maker that had been inaccessible because of the clutter, cookie baking sheets and cooling racks, a new set of frying pans I’ve never used that have non-stick coating of some sort that supposedly is better than Teflon (TM), a roaster I forgot I had, and…the egg poacher! Mission accomplished!

While pulling things out, I sorted them into toss/save piles. “Toss” items filled a large trash bag. “Save” items barely filled a suddenly large cabinet!

So, because I wanted poached eggs and toast for breakfast, I got a cleaned out and organized cabinet I’ve intended to work on since a year ago plus poached eggs and toast.

Unintended consequences can be good!