Snow, Desk top sex, and frustration

This post hasn't got any reference to desk-top sex, but it's an idea. ....

I’m sick, and I don’t LIKE being sick. ….

I’ve had to measure each movement and each thought by its worth, which means I’ve spent a lot of time in my comfy chair trying not to move. I’ve moved into my workroom, because I’m dizzy enough that climbing the stairs is like climbing the North Face without equipment. As I’ve said somewhere on this blog, I keep a queen bed in there for days like this. …. Except this time it’s been more than a few days.

So if you’ve gotten even minor attention from me in the last two or three weeks you should be flattered that I’ve found you important enough to respond. Sick pixies do not like to move. We molt and pout instead.

I’ve managed to teach my classes. That made things worse. One of my students came with strep, and guess who now has it.

In a fit of madness, I agreed to teach an additional class next semester. ….

I still have the strong sense that we’re missing important themes and that our research is incomplete. I don’t mean that we’re missing detail. There’s always more detail. I mean that we’re ignoring or haven’t found what motivated key players in this history. Incidental to that is an absence of documentation for the primary sects expansion into the American west. We can document a presence from the early 1870s, but what we have is so sparse that we can’t tell a connected story. Most of what I’ve found dates from after 1900, leaving a considerable gap. We know of individuals and groups in Oregon, Washington, Colorado, and California – but with no really helpful details.

One brief, though really important, article comes from one of the California newspapers. It recounts C. T. Russell’s convention visit in 1904.It’s import rests in a reference to Russell’s connection to Methodists. Still, this is “iffy” because it was said in connection to a Methodist conference that occurred at same time as a Watch Tower convention, and that calls into some considerable question the statement’s value.

A newspaper notice tells us the Millennial Dawn people in Los Angeles were using the name Gospel Church (Millennial Dawn) in 1899. I can’t date this to an earlier time, though I suspect its usage is somewhat older. Within a couple of years they had renamed themselves “Millennial Dawn Readers” and somewhat later as Millennial Dawn Friends.

It snowed briefly this morning. That might have led to true depression, but it turned to rain. I’d rather it was summer. I’d rather be dressed in a skimpy bikini absorbing the sun’s heat. Maybe I’d race around the swimming pool. Maybe I’d be setting on Knobby Knee’s lap whispering things into his ear. Maybe we’d go camping for a night or two, or just sit outside all night and watch the universe spin.

 

This might get Anthony's attention ....

 

Speaking of KK, he’s going back to Salem for a week in January. Salem, Oregon, that is. Not that place that had the witches and stuff. He wants me to drive the girls down to Lincoln City and spend the rest of the week there. That depends on me feeling better and on how many school days they’d miss. The Pacific Ocean takes a dramatic turn in the winter. Watching the storm tossed waves is hypnotic. We’ll see.

I think mermaids really exist. Don’t you? But I’m sure if you kissed one, they’d taste like sushi. Besides, while being part fish they may be well schooled, they’re not particularly hygienic creatures.