Much of the past week-end was spent refurbishing a baker's rack.
When Corb and I picked it up, it was painted an ugly orange, with three glass shelves that were grimy with dried mud. We decided that it would fill up an empty space in our kitchen perfectly. So, we went to work, repainting the rack black and then applying gold paint for a slightly distressed look. We replaced the bottom shelf with a board that we had stained maple, with the ultimate intent to hang pots and pans from it.
It may sound easy, but it took up much of the week-end. But when we finished at ten last night, I was happy with the improvements we made.
I also picked up the book Misquoting Jesus , by an author who once upon a time considered himself a strict literalist, but through decades of study, has come to the conclusion that the modern bible is so rife with errors and deviations from the original text that, "at the end of the day, it's a very human book." Or as he puts it:
"Occasionally, I see a bumper sticker that reads, 'God said it, I believe it, and that settles it.' My response is, What if God didn't say it? What if the book you take as giving you God's words instead contains human words? What if the bible doesn't given foolproof answers to the questions of the modern age--abortion, women's rights, gay rights, religious supremacy...and the like? What if we have to figure out how to live and what to believe on our own, without setting up the bible as a false idol?"
Oh yes, and a problem came up with the play. It's a casting issue. I don't want to think about it, frankly. But of course, I am...I'm just not certain what the answer is, just yet.