lilly-chan vs. the christians!
23 Mar 2002 05:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cimorenerecently, in her methodist after-care:
teacher: the symbolism for easter of this rock has to do with the rock that jesus moved from in front of the tomb.
my sister (age 10): but i thought the angel moved the rock?
teacher: well, yes, TECHNICALLY the angel moved the rock, but jesus COULD have if he'd wanted to.
and when jesus parted the red sea--oh, wait. well it SHOULD have been jesus. damn attention-hogging jews. :p
my parents, in an effort to store up as many little glimpses of me as they will need to tide themselves over for two months, dragged me to a flea market today at the county fair grounds. it was crawling with people. many of them were smoking--crowded in with everyone else, and right around the stuff vendors were trying to sell--and my throat was too sore for the ostentatious coughing i usually indulge in around such rude people.
i saved my mom from purchasing a white blouse with strange patterns of black and white appliques by careful whimpering and hiding my face in my dad's shoulder, but neither of us could save her from purchasing an old wooden coffee table whose previous owners' best guess for how to disguise the buckling of varnish was to simply spray paint metallic gold over the whole thing. now it is gold with odd patches of ripply-icky texture underneath--makes my skin crawl nearly as much as the horrific fresh air and piles of sunshine and people. redbuds and azaleas are in bloom, but tomorrow am going back to massachussetts. *kicks massachussetts* also on the downside, missed my opportunity to walk down 9th and a halfth street. gromph.
teacher: the symbolism for easter of this rock has to do with the rock that jesus moved from in front of the tomb.
my sister (age 10): but i thought the angel moved the rock?
teacher: well, yes, TECHNICALLY the angel moved the rock, but jesus COULD have if he'd wanted to.
and when jesus parted the red sea--oh, wait. well it SHOULD have been jesus. damn attention-hogging jews. :p
my parents, in an effort to store up as many little glimpses of me as they will need to tide themselves over for two months, dragged me to a flea market today at the county fair grounds. it was crawling with people. many of them were smoking--crowded in with everyone else, and right around the stuff vendors were trying to sell--and my throat was too sore for the ostentatious coughing i usually indulge in around such rude people.
i saved my mom from purchasing a white blouse with strange patterns of black and white appliques by careful whimpering and hiding my face in my dad's shoulder, but neither of us could save her from purchasing an old wooden coffee table whose previous owners' best guess for how to disguise the buckling of varnish was to simply spray paint metallic gold over the whole thing. now it is gold with odd patches of ripply-icky texture underneath--makes my skin crawl nearly as much as the horrific fresh air and piles of sunshine and people. redbuds and azaleas are in bloom, but tomorrow am going back to massachussetts. *kicks massachussetts* also on the downside, missed my opportunity to walk down 9th and a halfth street. gromph.
