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Crutches

I tried to do it properly, I really did. But last night, right before bed, I wondered whether I would have to borrow Buddy Boy’s epipen jr. – maybe both of them.

And then I dreamed about dying in my sleep.

When I awoke, congested, my eyes looked like Donny’s – at the point when Rocky was about to call the fight – minus the blood.

I found the hub in the dining room working on the jigsaw puzzle we started last night.

“Let’s skip church and take down the Christmas tree, I think I’m allergic to it.”

He chuckled, “You said that last year.”

“I did? Then I probably am.”

My daughter was heading out to church. “Say good-bye to the tree…”

“What? The Crawley’s wouldn’t approve!”

“I know, but the Crawley’s probably wouldn’t want me to die either. And I really wanted to enjoy it tonight while we watch Downton Abbey.”

After the hub dragged it outside, I vacuumed up all the needles and then typed “Can you put bleach in Christmas tree water to combat mold?” into my search engine because when I dumped the water it smelled really bad/moldy.

I’m sharing the useful information I found in case you, too, have an undiagnosed Christmas tree mold allergy.

Oh, and while I was vacuuming, I was thinking. I won’t bore you with the train of thought that lead me there, but I was thinking that those who call Christianity/religion a crutch often have crutches of their own. Things that get them through stressful, tough times. Alcohol.

I realize that thought isn’t groundbreaking and I’m sure it’s been thought a lot, and said, by lots of people. But for me, today, it was an epiphany.

Happy Sunday.

 

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12 thoughts on “Crutches

    • I know, I know… I’ve always been a purist – love the fresh air, the exercise, the hunt for the perfect tree; love the smell of the real thing…but you’re right. And I might.

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  1. Alma Mater says:

    Yes, me too! I thought it was your foot again. How is your foot doing?

    My husband and I have been watching The Lord of the Rings movies over The holidays — a 1/2 film each night — they are loooong! When we finished, we watched a documentary about the fan culture., called Ringers. It was kind of sad. Reminded us that if we don’t have God in our lives, we will create a god — out of absolutely anything. I am not immune– I was quite a Star Trek fan in my prior life!

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      • Alma Mater says:

        Yes, a Trekkie. I was a solitary teenager, didn’t quite understand the social world around me, and TNG was on tv then, with a crew full of misfits – an android, a Klingon, a teenage nerd, and a captain who was married to his starship. Riker was the socially successful jock, and he was affectionately despised by the fans. It was a crew that were so Aspie that they needed an empath to help them navigate the emotional and social world around them. Fantastic show for a young social outcast! And then the universe itself was so full of backstory, thousands of hours of background information to be mined. Oh, I made charts and timelines and researched alien races. It was awesome! But oh no. I’ve said too much… My geekery is showing!

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