At last! At last!

We've finally got a couple of cheques in. Yes! Now I can afford to ship Christmas presents!

Today George and I went to our optician's shop and bought him a new pair of long-range glasses to replace the ones he left behind in the taxi cab a couple of months ago. This will be a great relief to him, because once he gets them tomorrow he can watch TV again without getting a headache. Cost of a pair of frames that make him look like he's in his 30s and the lenses: $160 and change.

We parted company after that. George had to go to the art store for paper, and I ended up having lunch with a friend that I ran into downtown. Then I went to Osborne Village, where I stopped at Safeway and discovered, to my disappointment, that they only sell cheese balls at Christmas. I did pick up some sliced roast chicken on sale, however, and some Chunky Soups, including Chicken and Sausage Gumbo (which is heating on the stove even as I type this). Then I went to Desart, which is an upscale gifts and keepsakes store, and bought gifts for Terri and for my MM editor. I can't tell you what Terri's is because she reads this LJ from time to time, but for my editor I bought a blank journal, the covers of which are the rescued covers of a previously existing book: Goodbye, Mr. Chips, in fact. If eastpath is willing to take a photo of it, I'll put one up later, because it is a VERY cool looking journal.

Oh, and I picked up a pack of donuts for George at Safeway as well. He is tickled pink, and I might sneak one of them later myself.

Off to have the soup, and then back to work on HB. Tomorrow is shaping up to be a busy day as well, including a haircut (which I desperately need) and a trip to the bank to deposit my latest MM cheque.

(The client loved those two covers we did yesterday. I'll post jpegs of the finished versions a bit later if George is okay with that.)

One of the most disgusting things I've ever seen posted on Yahoo! Answers

Have you ever had the opportunity to share the Gospel of Jesus Christ with someone right before they died?

Maybe you're a policeman, a fireman, or a health care professional and you witnessed to someone before they died. Maybe you witnessed to a relative or a close friend before they died.

The original question: http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AlFKfY8ZfoTK6kT1rVmkuVPsy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20080103185003AAqEcMF&show=7#profile-info-5vqo3XzHaa

... is it just me, or is this utterly disgusting?

This was my response:

My mother, like me, was a Wiccan. She died in June.

If someone -- anyone -- had tried to witness to her as she lay on her deathbed, I would have physically assaulted them. With extreme prejudice, as the assassins say.

EDITED TO ADD: Okay, my IMPULSE would be to assault them... what I probably would have done, once I finished picking my jaw up off the floor, was firmly escort them from my mother's room, tell them not to come back, and then report them to the hospital authorities. I was my mother's Priestess, and it was my responsibility to look after her spiritual needs as she lay dying. Part of that would have been protecting her from evil attempts such as the one you're suggesting.

Keep your bloody religion to yourself, and grow a sense of respect before somebody beats it into you.

I am normally a fairly mild-mannered person, but that level of rudeness just... gah!

EDITED TO ADD: I started a question ABOUT that question, here:

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/;_ylc=X3oDMTE1MmI4N2IyBF9TAzIxMTU1MDAxMTgEc2VjA2Fuc19ub3QEc2xrA3N1YmplY3Q-;_ylv=3?qid=20080103191053AAwAMsC