Sunday, June 08, 2014

Pentecost and Captain America

I finally watched "Captain America" last week.  Gotta say, loved it.  It had everything a movie should have:  superheroes, overblown musical production numbers, little-guy-gets-big stuff, and beating up on Nazis.  I couldn't have asked for more.

Now before I go on with my sure-fire, can't fail blockbuster idea, I have to ask you to watch the transformation scene. This is where little Stevie from Brooklyn becomes Captain America:

So he's infused with super strength.

My idea:  what about a little dweeb from New York who becomes infused with the Holy Spirit?

"Five- four- three... Now, Mr. Stark.

"That's forty percent!"
"and finally-- NOW, MR STARK!"

"Mr. Stark?"
Cue the music!  Open the capsule!

And there he is.  An ordinary man, ordinary no longer, because he's got them all, all seven Gifts of the Holy Spirit.
Did you ever wonder what that would  look like?  Last week I found myself wondering if anyone could withstand being filled with all seven, or even survive it.  What kind of a new creation would that be?

So here's my idea:  "Captain Spirit!"

Or maybe Captain HS. Or Captain Third Person.  Still working on the title.
Oh, yeah, this is good.  He's the SUPER Superhero.  As in literally above all the others.
OK, so all I need now is some screenwriting software.  Hello, Hollywood?  Have I got a winner for you!
Happy Pentecost, everybody.  Happy Birthday,  Church!

Saturday, June 07, 2014

The Happy Gardener

I have spent much of my time lately sticking plants into the ground.  This, I believe, is called "gardening."

It happens every spring.  I start thinking how much nicer my front yard could look.  Then I think, Hold on, there, Desperate.  Remember what happened last year.  Three hundred buck on plants and mulch and all that stuff and all you got was renewed buckthorn.

I have tried to accept the fact that I am not a gardener.  I have, with considerable effort, stopped buying those big bags of bulbs Costco sells every fall.  (The squirrels are angry, of course.  "Hey. where's the buffet?")  I stay  away from the "lawn care" aisles at Menards.  I never look at the "You can have this gorgeous outdoor retreat" articles in the checkout line.  It's all over, that dream.

The only plants that reliably grow in my front yard are the ones the previous owner planted.  Which got me to thinking: if those things come up year after year all on their own,t hey must be pretty nearly indestructable.

So... I could just plant more of those, right?

So that's what I've been doing.  Drought-tolerant salvias- perfect since I never water anything anyway- and hostas. I love hostas. They don't give a damn.  They're never leaving, no matter what.

You know what else never dies?  Irises.  Only I think I was supposed to water them.  Oh well.  Next year.

And then I got a little crazy and had the "lawn" hydroseeded.  Covered with a thin layer of light green mulch it now looks better than it ever has.

And right now it's even raining. 

This could turn out better than I hoped!