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Christmas time
Jan. 6th, 2019 10:49 pmI am recently returned from spending two weeks in Maine with my folks and my brother's family. It was mostly nice and recuperative, though it is also nice to be back home. How dearly I have missed having animals about, so it was particularly lovely having not only the family cat, but also my brother's cat and dog to play with. Is there anything more comforting than a purring cat laying with you? I certainly can't think of a one.
I had to have a few tough discussions with my dad while there, as he is really gung-ho on being as holy and devoted to God as he can be, which is great, but as with many such times in his life, if he can't see Jesus in something, than it's automatically sinful in his mind, and not just for himself, but everyone else as well. He has inspired me to really look at the things in my life and take stock of what all I use my time with, but I had to really have it out with him that just because he can't see the redeeming value of something doesn't mean that there isn't one and that others can't see it. Mom and I couldn't even watch the Simpsons while he was home (a show he always enjoyed watching with us), as he would leave the room and then later bring on brooding judgmentalism that he's ever so proficient in. But by the end of my time there, he was a lot better and had even apologized for being so legalistic.
So that was a plus.
I have to say though, flying? Not so much fun when crossing from one coast to the other. I had to be up at 6am eastern/3am pacific, drive 45 minutes to the city to catch a two hour bus ride to the Boston airport, fly for ~6.5 hours, layover, then another 2 hour flight, followed by a 2 hour drive home. Blech.
I've more to gone about, but being in Maine has put me on something approaching a normal sleep schedule and I'm actually sleepy. It's not even eleven yet!
I had to have a few tough discussions with my dad while there, as he is really gung-ho on being as holy and devoted to God as he can be, which is great, but as with many such times in his life, if he can't see Jesus in something, than it's automatically sinful in his mind, and not just for himself, but everyone else as well. He has inspired me to really look at the things in my life and take stock of what all I use my time with, but I had to really have it out with him that just because he can't see the redeeming value of something doesn't mean that there isn't one and that others can't see it. Mom and I couldn't even watch the Simpsons while he was home (a show he always enjoyed watching with us), as he would leave the room and then later bring on brooding judgmentalism that he's ever so proficient in. But by the end of my time there, he was a lot better and had even apologized for being so legalistic.
So that was a plus.
I have to say though, flying? Not so much fun when crossing from one coast to the other. I had to be up at 6am eastern/3am pacific, drive 45 minutes to the city to catch a two hour bus ride to the Boston airport, fly for ~6.5 hours, layover, then another 2 hour flight, followed by a 2 hour drive home. Blech.
I've more to gone about, but being in Maine has put me on something approaching a normal sleep schedule and I'm actually sleepy. It's not even eleven yet!
