our weekend plan to drive to minneapolis to pick up some chairs is rapidly disintegrating. so far, a banking snafu has blocked access to funds (damn you, wells fargo), a stupid hertz rule won't let us rent a car and now i have to fake a doctor's note that says i have ocular degeneration.

i'd say these are all signs we shouldn't be on the road tonight.
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after my total breakdown in response to my father's capitulation to the GOP's campaign of fear, i've evened out. i was worried for a little bit that i may have hurt my dad's feelings irrevocably, but i think everything is ok. i don't want him to get all distressed and depressed. he's a widower, for pete's sake.

but it's clear that he and i can never talk about politics again. the divide is too great.

instead we'll talk about why i'm no longer a virgin. (sigh)
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last night our church social com'tee met at cru to plan our next dinner. a guy, anil, joined us for the first time. all was well, until i made the mistake of saying that abstinence only programs don't work. he wanted to know what i meant and that started us on sex ed, the church and sex ed, incentives as anti-christian (his idea, not ours), free will, the total god-ability of jesus and whether or not doubt is counter to faith or is actually disbelief.

needless to say, he will be seated at C's table during dinner.