1. In the news this morning, they talked about a large group of Christians being arrested in Iran for having sipped wine as part of that ceremony they do… “The Sacrament,” Jeb says it’s called. You know, the bread and the wine, simulated consuming of Christ? I was always uncomfortable with the idea back in my childhood church days. Seemed like symbolic cannibalism to me, but anyway… IT’S JUST SYMBOLIC! JUST A RITUAL!!!!
They were arrested for that and sentenced to 80 lashes each in the public square. How ridiculously savage is that? Sharia is such a bloody, cruel, and primitive legal system! This is worth remembering when THEY come over here and expect their religion to be respected. How can we sincerely do that when they treat people of other religions like this? I mean seriously….??? What are they smoking in those hookahs of theirs?
2. Serious question that: What do those guys smoke in their hookahs? I’ve always wondered.
3. Still looking for a sensible reasons that an otherwise modern and civilized looking society could be insanely cruel in its notions of “justice.” Can anyone give me that?
4. This is the first day of Aki Con. I’m not all the way dressed yet, nor are the kids here yet. We’re going to head out for it around noon. I’m so exited! We have such fun at these things!
5. We’ve finally settled on a name for our bearded dragon twixt the “Draco” suggested by Jeb and the “Pumpkin” suggested by Stephen. He’s being called Draven by default. He’s such a sweet fellow. He’ll eat lettuce and fruit right out of my hand and he loves to cuddle up on my breast watching television in the evening, staring at the cats getting attention quite jealously until it’s his turn. And I love how he cocks his head and looks so attentively at everything like a little bird.
6. I dreamed that Jeb and I moved into an old apartment complex, like from the early 1930s or something, that was supposed to be empty except for us. It was set up like an Art Deco style labyrinth several stories high around a central courtyard.
We were warned not to explore the rest of the building even if we did happen to find open doors. We agreed to this. We didn’t ask why.
Our chosen apartment needed serious work before it was fit to move into, but the basic style of it was very pleasing and we liked the idea of living there. We made it up really cozy and beautiful.
As we settled in, we kept discovering hidden doors and passages that led to other places. We couldn’t decide if these other places were extensions of our own apartment or part of others and the landlord wouldn’t talk about them except to say that he had no idea what we were talking about. When we went to show him, however, they’d suddenly not be there and he’d give us a look like he thought we were either crazy or just messing with him.
Sometime after this, I was cleaning in some odd corner of the apartment when I saw a rectangular opening that began chest high on the wall in front of me and about a foot or two above the floor. It was about two feet wide.
Curious, I squatted down for a closer look and saw that it led into another whole room that had more rooms and passages leading off it. There was no furniture in there and everything was covered in a thick coat of dust. It was also completely windowless, but not dark. There must have been skylights, though, because the light looked like natural sunlight.
I really couldn’t resist. I wanted to explore and so ducked through the opening. It wasn’t separated from our apartment by a closed door after all, I reasoned, so it must be a part of our apartment, so not forbidden.
The scent of dust as I stepped down nearly choked me, but it lasted only a moment before it unexpectedly freshened into something more like sandalwood incense floating in otherwise clean air. I turned slowly to look around me in all directions. Dust and emptiness everywhere.
Why couldn’t I smell the dust anymore? That was strange.
I walked toward one of the other rooms and something changed in my peripheral vision. When I turned to look, I saw clean tabletops and the rich bright colors of an Ottoman carpet. Exotic Oriental ornaments and elegant furnishings were suddenly all around me.
I froze in shocked surprise. Had I stepped into forbidden territory? Someone else’s apartment? Someone who wasn’t supposed to be here in the first place?
But curiosity got the better of me. After a moment holding my breath and simply listening to the sound of dead silence, I went on. The whole place was well and thoroughly furnished. It was gorgeous! Especially the glass topped tables upheld by the polished white statues of various mythical creatures, and the shiny brass ornaments, crystal lamps, and beautifully painted Chinese screens.
Naturally, I had to trail my fingertips over every thing there. No dust. Nothing but beauty and perfection. It made me increasingly nervous though.
I wandered into a beautifully appointed kitchen and my eyes widened at the bright red tea kettle steaming on the stove that began it’s whistling in that exact same moment.
Oh crap. This was someone else’s apartment! And they were going to find me here. Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!!!!!
I didn’t know what to do. I thought about just running back the way I’d come but knowing I’d be heard and look terribly guilty, I just stood there fidgeting instead, waiting for the inevitable.
A young woman in a beautiful multicolored silk mu-mu with a pleasant face and long brown hair came rushing into the kitchen to grab the tea kettle off the stove. She set it on a ceramic hot pad and then turned and smiled in my direction.
“Oh hello,” she said. “You must be our new neighbor.”
“I.. I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t know this was your apartment. I thought it was part of ours. You see there was this passage…”
She ignored that or perhaps found it funny because her smile widened into a grin. “You’re just in time for tea,” she announce. “I’m glad you’re here.”
And this is all I remember.