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Jan. 6th, 2005 08:09 pmThere's something really lovely about being woken up by "wake up, it's ten past nine and it's snowing!" and sitting up under a thick warm comforter and looking out the window and watching soft white falling from the sky. It didn't last long, but it was beautiful while it did.
Also it was kind of funny watching the crows trying to fly through it and making annoyed noises when it landed on their wings.
St. Augustine's Confessions is really interesting...how nearly every sentence refers back to God, relates each event or feeling back to the Lord--and how he goes back through, sometimes painstakingly, each "wicked" and "lustful" thing, and admits several times the pain it gives him to think of them, now that he knows how astray he had gone. And yet, through all the "I was wicked, oh my lord" and "you were silent to me, my God," I get a sense of how much bloody fun he was having at the time. It's really odd...but I like it, so far.
Monday night the parents and I are going to dinner with Neal (yes, bad pun former-Bathhousian Neal), who writes restaurant reviews for the Weekly...so we get to be the "friends who came along" and we get to eat things and tell him how we like them. Hurrah!
More Augustine to read...ta.
Also it was kind of funny watching the crows trying to fly through it and making annoyed noises when it landed on their wings.
St. Augustine's Confessions is really interesting...how nearly every sentence refers back to God, relates each event or feeling back to the Lord--and how he goes back through, sometimes painstakingly, each "wicked" and "lustful" thing, and admits several times the pain it gives him to think of them, now that he knows how astray he had gone. And yet, through all the "I was wicked, oh my lord" and "you were silent to me, my God," I get a sense of how much bloody fun he was having at the time. It's really odd...but I like it, so far.
Monday night the parents and I are going to dinner with Neal (yes, bad pun former-Bathhousian Neal), who writes restaurant reviews for the Weekly...so we get to be the "friends who came along" and we get to eat things and tell him how we like them. Hurrah!
More Augustine to read...ta.
