08 March, 2007

" run some tests..."

"I'm not a doctor, but I play one on T.V." one of the more ubiquitous quotes heard on television in the eighties. Now if only the other phrase used ad nauseum on doctor/hospital shows was just as benign.
"We need to run some (more) tests..."

Although, I am quite certain that running medical tests is a crucial way by which to identify disease and other important health factors, I have also come to learn that it is a verbal panacea for what ails the doctor when he/she cannot ascertain the direct cause of illness or pain. Guess someone in the insurance companies figured that out before I did and got in on the deal somehow.

My mother is back in the hospital again. And yes, "they" are running more tests. I used to like tests in school...
These grown-up tests do not amuse me. My mother looking like a pin-cushion these days, is even less amused. Ah well. Modern science.

Today, I was even able to support my 83 year old aunt. She, too, has been having health issues and not quite herself. Aunt Sunny is a trip and deserves a blog all her own. If anyone remembers the movie version of "Lil Abner" may remember Mammy Yokum; if so, you have a sense of my southern aunt. I was glad that I was here to help her with a bunch of business stuff and some errands. Hey, what are the odds of having an aunt named Sunny Johnson and having a friend named Sunshne Johnson? Makes for a confusing cell phone llisting.

I find that these family pastoral care visits require me to be even more diligent in my practice. Dealing with my mom and my aunt require the utmost of patience,compassion and listening skills. I do a lot of conscious breathing. A positive by-product of this intensive is heightening my other skills. I noticed today that my synchronicity radar is active again. Driving and listening to KRTH radio with Simon and Garfunkle singing "Here's To You, Mrs. Robinson" as I pull up for a stop light and notice a bus-stop poster for ... "Meet the Robinsons." Moments like that keep me energized to witness more cosmic tidbits and see what Spirit has in store.

For some reason, I am still awake at 1:45 a.m. despite doing the majority of work on my 2006 taxes. Tomorrow I head up to Bakersfield to guest speak at their church on Sunday. (Daylight savings time,daylight savings time, daylight savings time...)
I'm looking forward to pulpit speaking and what God wants to share.


05 March, 2007

"...she eats ice cream!"

Talk about your dysfits. We just viewed the DVD for "Little Miss Sunshine" and I laughed and cried so hard. This eccentric, dysfunctional movie was a treasure.
And I related to it in most unusual ways that I am hard pressed to articulate. The writing, the casting, the direction were worth every award it has garnered and then some. For those that haven't seen this film, it is quirky and not a typical family film. For me, this film is a wonderful family film the way that "Harold and Maude" was a wonderful love story.

As much as I adore Alan Arkin,I think Steve Carrell should have won for Best Supporting Actor. And Abigail Breslin is a gem. My heart went out to Abigail's character, Olive as she wrestled with being herself and what makes her happy versus what she sees around her or is told is the norm. Olive is genuinely happy with herself and with life.

Abigail has worked very hard and has her mind and heart set on winning Little Miss Sunshine contest. When ordering a breakfast she learns what ala mode is and orders her waffles with ice cream until her daddy cautions his round-faced daughter about not getting fat. "Do you think Miss California is more skinny or is she more fat?" "Skinny, I guess."
"That's because I bet she doesn't eat ice cream." The father was implying that she would not be as beautiful if she got 'fat.' When the family (amazingly) arrives for the competition, Olive's role model, Miss California is there autographing photos. Olive ingenuously asks her if she eats ice cream. And slim Miss California tell her that her favorite flavor is Chocolate Cherry Garcia--although it is probably a frozen yogurt. As a beaming Olive turns to leave to prepare for the contest, she says to her mother, "She eats ice cream."

Thank you.
And so do I.

City Slackers

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