Shellshock

It's the time in between, just that we know that Easter Sunday will be coming, and we can spend the day preparing for our guests tomorrow. For Mary and Jesus's disciples and friends it would just have been the day after, the shellshock day, the day when you can do nothing because the world has changed forever, when the suffering of the person is over but you will never see them again in this world. And you cry and you can't eat and the pain is unbearable and yet even so, you don't want time to move forward because this moment is the closest you will ever be to them. That's today.

Yesterday, we watched a Canadian film, Saint Ralph, an absolutely beautiful story of a 14-year old boy who fixates upon winning the Boston Marathon because he believes it will be the miracle needed to bring his mother out of her coma. The main character is wonderfully written and portrayed as are the priests at the catholic school who both encourage and discourage him from his dream. They seem convinced that believing you can bring about a miracle is blasphemy. I cried the whole way through it.

So the Pope, wearing his cloak of infallibility, has decreed that historians who have long debated the role of Judas in the arrest of Jesus, are all wrong. Why Lord bless us sor, how lucky we are to have such a man as yeself to tell us what to think. I can see it all spiralling downhill from here. Simmi pointed out to me yesterday that one of the first things Benedict the sixteenth got rid of on taking office was the department at the Vatican responsible for promoting good relations with the Muslim world. Lest we forget, 'Arbeit macht frei' so we all need to just get to work and not bother our silly heads with such unimportant world matters.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the traffic specialist who runs Iran, is still cheekily refusing to stop enriching uranium to weapons grade level whilst continuing to threaten and condemn Israel. He feels that Israel should be part of Europe, which many of us might agree with, just we might have different views on how that might be brought about. Say, for the sake of argument, if Europe stopped just the other side of Persia.....

And speaking of traffic, another short Canadian film we saw last night, was 'The Delicate Art of Parking'. Two of the main characters were played by Hank and Wanda out of Corner Gas. It almost had me blubbing again since it started in the very compound that our car had been towed to. But it was a very funny, very dry humoured film, very, very Canadian.