ER'BODY IN DA CHURCH GETTIN' JESUS!
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kjpepperSo. Got up wicked early with the fam this morning so we could meet up with Anucha and go to church...
Daaaaayamn. I've seen the parodies on TV and in movies and know enough of the script of the Black Baptist church service by collective unconscious, but this was my first time seeing y'all Negroes get the spirit in person. That and we had the grand good luck to be at a service that ran nearly three hours. Three hours in a hot church in an uncomfortable pew with my ears ringing cause WE SHOULD PRAISE AND GIVE THE GLORY TO CHRIST OUR LORD. They warn you to protect your ears when using heavy machinery, going to concerts/club, and not to turn up your walkman/stereo up too loud bit they neglect to tell you to wear earplugs when blackfolk be getting the Spirit on. We give thanks, oh Lord, for our busted eardrums this day, in the name of the father the son and the holy spirit amen, cause blackfolk make a LOT of joyful noise unto the Lord. Ouch. Note to self. Next time, bring earplugs. And eat a great big ol' breakfast before the service, by the end, a lot of the snarky comments I was making to RJr on the side were borne of low blood sugar.
Now to be fair, I actually did like the service a lot. The pastor's the same one who did Mom's funeral, and the man does have some personality. And their guest minister today was interesting, if strident. Preached a parable about cutting away detrimental baggage from your life using storms in the bible as a metaphor that was wicked interesting, and even though as the power was raised in the church (cause it's the same power raised whether you're singing gospel at a gradually escalating volume or spiral dancing at gradually escalting speed, which was cool to observe) the music got crazy loud, it was still pretty. I think I've decided that gospel is far easier to take live than recorded.
And then, there were the individual people getting their spirit on. *chuckle* I'm really amazed that no one's started a comic about the wicked funny things ladies in church hats do when they're giving it up for Jesus. I'm definitely going to have to work in some churchladies into the comic![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
morlock and I are writing. Still, spirit or no, a three hour service is very draining, and by the end I was making up Jesus lyrics to current rap songs under my breath to RJr just to keep us both awake, though I think if RJr had snarked any louder than he was doing, Anucha would have separated us. "Er'body in the church gettin' Jesus" seemed to be his favorite. *chuckle* sometimes it's fun being the bad influence.
The entire family did make an appearance today with the addition of Mom's sister's family - MamaK, (who's probably reading this and is either amused or appalled - hi! :) ) cousins Judy and Anne, and uncle Jimmy came with us to church, to the cemetary later and then out to dinner. *sigh* I don't see Judy nearly enough and I forget what awesome sauce she is. I gotta drag her up here and have her meet the crew - she'd be the sort to fit in very very well. :)
Mom's headstone's pretty - pink marble with the name across the top and her name and dates in a heart on one side (I'll assume the other side's for Dad,) plus her name and dates, and then the name the kids gave her in quotes: "Mema."
*sigh* yeah, I miss her.
And then onwards to a spanish restaurant that served portions that could feed entire armies. I've got a salmon steak in white wine sauce in the fridge now cause I could barely get through the first one and half the rice. yummy, but yikes, were they trying to blow us up?
Anyway back at the house now... *sigh* next time I should remember to follow my gut and go home when the opportunity presents itself, even if it means askingmorlock to come pick me up in Springfield which I hate doing... s'ok, I'll come back ass early tomorrow morning. Besides, today I've got a better idea of what I need to take from the house - I was too tired to make a good inventory, and pissed off that a panel had broken off the headboard I want to take up with me. I think it can be fixed, but it's still annoying, as I didn't realize those panels weren't made of wood - which makes utterly no sense since the rest of the thing is - I mean I could rip the corresponding panels out of the rest of the pieces and restain the spaces... Bah. So I have to fix that. And last night the very thought of moving any more furniture, especially from around our brownstone, downstairs, out, two hundred miles, and then up those confounded stairs I've been dealing with all week was too much to bear last night I think, even though I knew I didn't have to do it Right Then. I've also got several ass heavy boxes of books and possibly Mom's loveseat, even though that's getting itself covered if I'm taking it, and possibly also the matching set of chairs and the ottoman from our house that are the same as sundart's. Also, no one's really using either her TV or her compy...
well, we'll see. All of this is kinda moot if I don't have anyone to help me move this crap, and honestly I should go home and assess what I actually do have space for, specially since one of the things is a queen sized bed. Probably going to end up taking Mom's box and mattress if I don't figure out where my original one went... mmm, pillow top...
okay, my Dad's crazy. He wants me to take up my clarinet and learn to play some mozart concerto for him, meanwhile I promised myself to pick up my violin and piano again this year. *facepalm* and using what for time? And ...o_O he's getting a plasma TV, so he's giving me the behemoth 35" Trinitron in his room.
Screw this, I might have to hire the movers now.
I've been blathering on at great length so I'm just going to write about one more thing - on the way home from NJ, the family took the Path train from Newark... the new World Trade Center station is situated so that the path train has to orbit Ground Zero once before stopping, which is kinda sobering as you watch it go by out the window...
anyway, I gotta call a couple of people and figure out what the heck happened to my original bed. And someone PLEASE remind me when I get back to MA to a) find my tiffany heart necklace b) find Mom's picture and send it to Dad and c) get this probate thingie Stanley gave me this afternoon notarized.
Daaaaayamn. I've seen the parodies on TV and in movies and know enough of the script of the Black Baptist church service by collective unconscious, but this was my first time seeing y'all Negroes get the spirit in person. That and we had the grand good luck to be at a service that ran nearly three hours. Three hours in a hot church in an uncomfortable pew with my ears ringing cause WE SHOULD PRAISE AND GIVE THE GLORY TO CHRIST OUR LORD. They warn you to protect your ears when using heavy machinery, going to concerts/club, and not to turn up your walkman/stereo up too loud bit they neglect to tell you to wear earplugs when blackfolk be getting the Spirit on. We give thanks, oh Lord, for our busted eardrums this day, in the name of the father the son and the holy spirit amen, cause blackfolk make a LOT of joyful noise unto the Lord. Ouch. Note to self. Next time, bring earplugs. And eat a great big ol' breakfast before the service, by the end, a lot of the snarky comments I was making to RJr on the side were borne of low blood sugar.
Now to be fair, I actually did like the service a lot. The pastor's the same one who did Mom's funeral, and the man does have some personality. And their guest minister today was interesting, if strident. Preached a parable about cutting away detrimental baggage from your life using storms in the bible as a metaphor that was wicked interesting, and even though as the power was raised in the church (cause it's the same power raised whether you're singing gospel at a gradually escalating volume or spiral dancing at gradually escalting speed, which was cool to observe) the music got crazy loud, it was still pretty. I think I've decided that gospel is far easier to take live than recorded.
And then, there were the individual people getting their spirit on. *chuckle* I'm really amazed that no one's started a comic about the wicked funny things ladies in church hats do when they're giving it up for Jesus. I'm definitely going to have to work in some churchladies into the comic
morlock and I are writing. Still, spirit or no, a three hour service is very draining, and by the end I was making up Jesus lyrics to current rap songs under my breath to RJr just to keep us both awake, though I think if RJr had snarked any louder than he was doing, Anucha would have separated us. "Er'body in the church gettin' Jesus" seemed to be his favorite. *chuckle* sometimes it's fun being the bad influence.The entire family did make an appearance today with the addition of Mom's sister's family - MamaK, (who's probably reading this and is either amused or appalled - hi! :) ) cousins Judy and Anne, and uncle Jimmy came with us to church, to the cemetary later and then out to dinner. *sigh* I don't see Judy nearly enough and I forget what awesome sauce she is. I gotta drag her up here and have her meet the crew - she'd be the sort to fit in very very well. :)
Mom's headstone's pretty - pink marble with the name across the top and her name and dates in a heart on one side (I'll assume the other side's for Dad,) plus her name and dates, and then the name the kids gave her in quotes: "Mema."
*sigh* yeah, I miss her.
And then onwards to a spanish restaurant that served portions that could feed entire armies. I've got a salmon steak in white wine sauce in the fridge now cause I could barely get through the first one and half the rice. yummy, but yikes, were they trying to blow us up?
Anyway back at the house now... *sigh* next time I should remember to follow my gut and go home when the opportunity presents itself, even if it means asking
morlock to come pick me up in Springfield which I hate doing... s'ok, I'll come back ass early tomorrow morning. Besides, today I've got a better idea of what I need to take from the house - I was too tired to make a good inventory, and pissed off that a panel had broken off the headboard I want to take up with me. I think it can be fixed, but it's still annoying, as I didn't realize those panels weren't made of wood - which makes utterly no sense since the rest of the thing is - I mean I could rip the corresponding panels out of the rest of the pieces and restain the spaces... Bah. So I have to fix that. And last night the very thought of moving any more furniture, especially from around our brownstone, downstairs, out, two hundred miles, and then up those confounded stairs I've been dealing with all week was too much to bear last night I think, even though I knew I didn't have to do it Right Then. I've also got several ass heavy boxes of books and possibly Mom's loveseat, even though that's getting itself covered if I'm taking it, and possibly also the matching set of chairs and the ottoman from our house that are the same as sundart's. Also, no one's really using either her TV or her compy...well, we'll see. All of this is kinda moot if I don't have anyone to help me move this crap, and honestly I should go home and assess what I actually do have space for, specially since one of the things is a queen sized bed. Probably going to end up taking Mom's box and mattress if I don't figure out where my original one went... mmm, pillow top...
okay, my Dad's crazy. He wants me to take up my clarinet and learn to play some mozart concerto for him, meanwhile I promised myself to pick up my violin and piano again this year. *facepalm* and using what for time? And ...o_O he's getting a plasma TV, so he's giving me the behemoth 35" Trinitron in his room.
Screw this, I might have to hire the movers now.
I've been blathering on at great length so I'm just going to write about one more thing - on the way home from NJ, the family took the Path train from Newark... the new World Trade Center station is situated so that the path train has to orbit Ground Zero once before stopping, which is kinda sobering as you watch it go by out the window...
anyway, I gotta call a couple of people and figure out what the heck happened to my original bed. And someone PLEASE remind me when I get back to MA to a) find my tiffany heart necklace b) find Mom's picture and send it to Dad and c) get this probate thingie Stanley gave me this afternoon notarized.
