how to wear the garment of salvation

So yesterday my sister, mom, and I went to Paris to do a 5k "Run for the Arts." I got to see all the old people I swim with during the summer. Also I saw Mark Homer, my congressional representative, whom I recently wrote a letter to. It made me a little bit excited. I really didn't want to run, mostly because I was tired, mostly, and we had to leave my house at 6:30 in the morning. Once the race finally started I was glad I was running. I got stuck by this old guy that was hacking up stuff from his throat and spitting it out every 10 seconds or so. It was super annoying and we were pretty close to each other and neither of us were slowing down or going faster. Once we got to the second mile though he took off out of no where and I was just like... hmm go ahead.

I had to take my grandma, mom, and sister to Greenville to return a coat we bought for my grandma in December. I don't know why it took 5 months to take it back... We also went to a wig shop... my grandma wants a wig or something? Some weird hair piece that no one has or knows what she is talking about. Tracey and I think that she makes up products that don't exist and looks for them just so that she has a reason to look and to complain about how things aren't the way they used to be. Who knows... but she is always looking for something that she can never find... perhaps we all are.

A really bad storm came in last night and wrecked havoc on Cooper. The winds were crazy and my mom thinks that it was a small tornado... I kind of doubt it. Trees and roofs were blown down and are in the roads. The whole town is in chaos and everyone is freaking out. The talk of church this morning was, "How long was your power off?" The power being off was nice. It kind of disgusted me how dependent we are on electricity.

When it first began to storm I was in the kitchen with my dad, mom, and sister watching the rain. My dad recently got in his head that he needs to plant pecan trees around our house so he bought some and had them set up around the yard. The wind picked up and blew over his tree. We laughed and he said, "Marcie, go on and stand up my pecan tree." It was funny because it was pouring rain and the wind was blowing really hard and he wanted my mom to go stand it up... like it wouldn't just blow back over. I was still confused why he would possibly want to spend his time planting pecan trees when there were a million other things to do around our house. And we already have a ton of pecan trees everywhere.

Tracey and I read by candle light. It was nice and I played in the wax and burnt myself kind of a lot. I finished Pretty Birds... eh. The other books you recommend better be more interesting Laura. Just kidding!! AHAHA! But seriously it was pretty good. It made me appreciate everything that I think is bad, beacuse really it's not.

I dreaded going to mass this morning because I would have to make small talk of college and what I would be doing over the summer with all of the towns people . Our preist, Father Gary, always gives a good homily. Today the part that I actually paid attention to was about forgiveness. He was saying that a lot of people think of it as forgetting that something ever happened. He disagreed and thought that it was silly to pretend like things never happen, becasue, well obviously they do. He said that biblically to forgive someone is to tell them that they "owe you nothing." I kind of liked that. It's kind of like what's done is done, it will be alright and you don't have to do anything to make up for it. I don't understand why it's so hard to forgive.