Last night at 3 am I thought I was being Raptured...a bit early...but Raptured for sure. The global earthquake shook me awake with a horrendous noise. Well, it turned out to be a severe thunderstorm...with apartment shaking intensity.
I awoke (unsaved) and spent my (possible) last day on Earth babysitting 11 year old hellions. But my efforts were rewarded with a make your own sundae bar at lunch. Mint chip and strawberry baby. I colored bug thoraxes during buddy time, stared at the wall for 45 minutes during library time, and was treated to a whole school rendition of a Beatles tune during an assembly. After school I took a much needed nap and woke up to BLUE SKY and SUN! I guess Noah can keep his arc in storage after all.
I was thinking today that when it comes to The Rapture (which is supposed to occur by timezone) us Westerners will at least have a head's up over the Eastern Hemisphere. New Zealand gets to play guinea pig this time.
In the event that this is my last blog post ever, I feel like I should say something profound...but the truth is, tomorrow will be the last day on Earth for many people. Even if we aren't Raptured we could just as easily be hit by a bus, or bitten by a snake, or have a brain aneurysm. So be nice to others and try not to take life so seriously. Eat well, be merry, and maybe add Rapture to your life insurance policy.
I promise this will be my last Biblical/Religious post and that Everyday A will return to its regularly scheduled content (assuming the world doesn't end). But just in case, I had ice cream twice today.