Never Sure What to Expect

Probably this is a normal part of the human experience, but as I only get to experience life with my own peculiar brain, let me lead off  saying that living with my brain is a bit like having an unlabelled chemistry set. My brain is constantly mixing together all the stuff that comes its way and I have no idea what to expect the result to be. It generally looks nothing like what went in. 

So here's what is in the latest reaction. I am working on memorizing my way through Hebrews this summer and was working on chapter 9. For some reason (maybe watching too many BBC Miss Marple episodes with Miss Dog Lover - hmmm, a catalyst?) the part about wills struck me (verses 15-17):

Therefore He is the mediator of a new covenant, so that those who are called may receive the promised inheritance, since a death has occurred that redeems them from the transgressions committed under the first covenant. For where a will is involved, the death of the one who made it must be established. For a will takes effect only at death, since it is not in force as long as the one who made it is alive.

I got to pondering what an odd idea it is in law that we should have any say whatsoever what goes on after our own demise, how that might hint of a universal belief in some sort of eternality of life. Anyhow.

Next reagents:  someone used the expression "over my dead body" in my hearing and I started thinking about how that  expression relates literally to warfare, how the person in this case is willing to lay down life to prevent a certain outcome. I did a bit of googling and there does not seem to be any definitive word on what the expression came from.

Then we added in a few milliliters of a discussion in a thread about a recipe (Capitol Rolls in Indiana, PA, for the curious) that had reportedly "gone to the grave" with the baker. 

And then, what seemed at first to cancel the reaction, I saw a link to a story about a sweet woman whose family wanted to share her generosity after her death and did so by inscribing the recipe for her best-loved cookies on the back of her gravestone so all could enjoy.  Only before reading the article I saw the photo and jumped to the conclusion that this woman had spent her life saying she would share the recipe only "over (her) dead body" and that her family had made good on her promise. 

So there you have a lab report on the materials going into this thought experiment. I am not too sure where it is going to go once the reaction has run its course. But I am very uncertain whether "over my dead body" means something will NEVER happen or will SURELY come to pass.

I'll leave you with this query: does a will gives the writer authority to say This Will Happen When I Die? That could make dying one of the most important things we do.

Blanks

In our new town, we often pass a street sign with some of the letters blacked out. What is left says:

HOOL

REN

US   TOP

HEAD

It always makes me wonder how much you really have to see to be able to fill in the gaps.


Edited to add: we drove past another sign, missing some letters, so it now says:

ED

ING

Because I Am So Caring

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Just Wondering

I love The Screwtape Letters. And lately I find myself wondering what Screwtape would have to say about Facebook. I think he would commend its use to young Wormwood, in fact, I am pretty sure he would like it much more than he likes the war. 

Terrestrial

Just picked Miss Dog Lover up from her daycamp. She had quite a day and came home all giggly.


Seems the cute boy gave her his cantaloupe. She does not like cantaloupe. So she told the gossipy girl "that is very terrestrial of him" and returned it. The gossipy girl does not know what that word means (and frankly I am a bit loss by this use, too) but it apparently it is the wittiest thing anyone could say when being given undesired fruit.


And THEN. She and I were walking a lap around the track before we headed home. And one of the staff people said to Miss Dog Lover, "Is that your Mom? The two of you look just alike." Which made Miss Dog Lover ecstatic, as she came to us by adoption and always hopes people will think she was born to me. Her wish came true today, so of course we left the girl in ignorance of the facts.


What a day!