Today in Theology class, we were talking about God (go figure!) and I began to think of how I ‘see’ God. I’ve always kind of pictured a huge hooded figure with no definite face, no definite shape to the body — humanlike, but neither male nor female. Then it struck me: God looks like a dementor. How wrong is that? Then my professor drew a picture of “the wrong way to think about the creation story” and to me, it looked a lot like God was bowling. If that’s wrong, I guess I don’t want to be right.
Thanksgiving day was decent. I there were seventeen of us total — grandpa, my dad’s two sisters and their husbands, my five cousins, two cousins’ boyfriends and one’s girlfriend, and of course my mom, dad, brother and me. We ate and left, a grand total of 2 hours of family time. Then Dad and I watched 4 hours of American Choppers. If there is a better way to bond I don’t know it.