Tuesday, July 08, 2003
at 6:21 PMAnd Then He Died
Joshua and Caleb (the cousin who went to Afghanistan and Iraq and who knows where else) crawled down to the Lauree Lair and awakened me early this afternoon to go swimming with them. Caleb's wife, Natalie; his hatchling, Brittany (both of whom I had not met prior); and my aunt, Barbara, were swimming in the pool when I arose from my lair to grace everyone with my presence. I swam for a while as well, but the air was muggy and everything else was overbright. As I had not yet eaten, I became lightheaded; thus I vanished back into the cooler confines of the house until the arrival of the pizza boy, who bore us pizza. Oddly, Barbara had to sign for it; I took this as an omen that the pizza would be quite choice, and it was most delicious.
After Caleb et alia left, I spread out on my bed (queensize) reading Genesis. The footnotes grow progressively more obnoxious. I don't mind it telling me that "Edom" means "red" and "Esau" probably means "hairy", but I rail against the insinuations some of the notes draw from the text. Also, at every point at which a patriarch (or some character) commits an action viewed by modern Western society as intolerable (such as an instance where the brother of a dead man sleeps with the man's widow to "carry on the bloodline"), the notes inevitably intervene with some sort of explanation that isn't even Biblical in nature or is completely unnecessary. But I try not to be too hostile. Besides, if Genesis makes me this cranky, I actually look forward to the rest of the book.
Joshua agreed to allow me the use of his motor vehicle to take my motor vehicle driving test sometime this month. He's spent the past few days moving into his new apartment and he works the night shift somewhere, so I'll have to schedule myself in accordingly. Once I receive my license, I can drive further down the road to find a job. Oh, how I need money!
I forgot to mention anything about the sixteen year-old kid who crashed into my grandpa's car and slammed into his garage door. The kid came down the street (apparently slightly inebriated and showing off for his little girlfriend, who rode shotgun) and plowed into my grandpa's driveway. Then he drove away, and one of my grandpa's neighbors had to go back and fetch him. When they returned the kid, apparently on the assumption that he could somehow talk his way out of getting his license suspended or revoked, argued with the police officer, who obviously did not take to the kid's bullshitting. The situation would not have been as nasty if the kid hadn't driven off, which point he did not seem to comprehend.
Whelp, I think I'll go swimming again after I allow my dinner (tuna casserole) to settle somewhat. Until then I'll probably post more crap on my Sims link page. I'm all set to play again, as soon as my uncle sets up the computer and shows me how to install the game correctly.
