Beating Christ to the punch

Yeah OK, call me a blasphemer.....

This was the conversation I had with a man I care a great deal about (and have mentioned time and again on my blog). He is struggling with his health and is having a celebration because he just got placed on the transplant list....these are his words not mine. And, it's why I love him - his sense of humour never fails even as his body does...

So last night was our annual 'End-Lent-by-Meeting-Up-At-Steak-n-Shake' with our favourite parish priest and a group of people - I think we are up to over 20 people now doing this event. It is a blast. Right around midnight, Holy Saturday, we all meet up to 'end the Lenten fast' by having decadent burgers and shakes....plain ole' gluttony. We always have so much fun.

I am reading a book now - I have not been reading lately because, I don't know why - just brain fog, too much other shite going down, you name it - and of course because the last one I attempted, 'Reading Lolita in Tehran', was seriously poorly written - and before you jump all over my arse for saying that let me tell you I hate the fact that I didn't even like this book - not love it (as I thought I would) - I could barely get through it....all I kept thinking over and over was that the woman who wrote it calls herself a teacher. Now, don't get me wrong, I am incredibly intrigued by what happens in the Middle-East when it comes to women and their rights. I am so 'on their side' - I could BE Muslim - that is how sympathetic I am. But the writing in this book made me cringe....

So where was I? Oh yeah....

So I am reading:

...and this book is a page turner so far. There's no espionage, no murder and mayhem...there is simply and fascinatingly, a crumbling marriage as well as a dead-on articulation of life after wartime in 1950's America. And it's like a horrible accident on the side of the road, carnage is everywhere, it's gory and yet, you can't look away.

I can so identify with what this young couple is going through. The restlessness, the losing your identity, the loathing of society, the doldrums, the work crap, the kid crap, the everything crap. I think the danger of reading books like this when you are happily married (or even unhappily married) is that the 'disease seems contagious' (sort of like avoiding people who have broken up - there's a contaminant fear). Or, like reading a psych book as a first year student and suddenly you think you are a schizophrenic. I am enjoying this book and it is scaring the living daylights out of me...

So I hope you all have had a good holy week, a great Passover, a happy Easter and a blessed spring. Here's to your health and the health of your relationships.

A bientot mes amis