When we went to the Joseph & The Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat when I was in school, I loved it. I’d been to see The Phantom of the Opera and didn’t really “get” it. It just didn’t resonate with me. But the colour and the pageantry of JTATC really woke me up. I loved the music, I loved the cheesy stage props, I loved Donny Osmond and the Elvis-Pharaoh and the soundtrack.

Anyway, this is all only relevant in that I had a slow day at Hell today and I was reading the Bible. I’m working my way through Genesis, albeit slowly (what, exactly, did Ham do that was so horrid that Noah cursed his fourth-born son, Canaan?). And when I got to the part where the Bible goes through the sons of Jacob (AKA Israel), all I could hear in my head was the narrator from the musical, singing the names of the twelve men. Certainly helped me with the pronounciation factor.

Otherwise, it’s been a pretty slow day. I was discussing religion with AM2 tonight at CM. Normally this is a discussion I reserve for Woodstock, because she probably knows more about it than anyone I know. But it never hurts to collect opinions. So I was learning and asking questions and discussing my views with AM2.

That’s about the highlight of my day – indepth and interesting conversation about Jews and Catholics and Lutherans.

Yesterday, I went and visited Grandpa. It’s so quiet at the cemetary, just him and me and a stone. I suppose Grandma is there too, of course, but as I never knew her, I have a hard time relating to her. I went up and sat for a little while and just thought through some things that I would have wanted Grandpa to know. And then I left. I understand, now, what T. was trying to tell me years ago. Sometimes it is nice to have a place to go, to remember someone. It’s not necessary, of course, but it’s nice nonetheless. I don’t think I understood this until I had someone close to me to visit. I suppose I’m quite lucky that that didn’t happen until my late twenties.

Otherwise it’s been quiet. I grocery-shopped and cooked yesterday - chicken pot pie and stew. And I bought some new toys for Indigo. I’m not sure he’s explored them yet, but he will in time. He spends so much time in his cage now, even just putting extra little things in there will help to stimulate him more. He’s getting old – I want to keep him alive!

And the only other news is about my new bathmat and my new shower curtain. Pretty exciting, eh? It’s only 10p.m., but I talked to Mud last night until close to midnight, and I woke up quite early this morning, so I foresee reading a bit and then heading to sleep. I’m not as young as I used to be… *sigh*