And Just Guess Who Came To Visit?

There is a moth. Let me rephrase~ ahem~ there is a moth...in my HOUSE. Without fail, where ever I go, within a day or two of arrival, a moth sticks itself to the outside of my bedroom window and from there SOMEHOW relocates to the innards of mine home.

And it's the fuzzy, fat bodied, playground-bully kind of moth. You know the one~ the type that stole all the other moths lunch money and from there proceeded to scarf down the best pockets of jackets or some such. It's that kind of moth.

I hate moths.

Oh not passionately, but certainly on a level unwarranted by a creature whose biggest crime might be dive bombing a candle. A candle? Seriously? Could you pick a more asinine thing to attack?

Aforementioned winged cretin is currently bouncing off the top of our lamp (clearly under the misguided assumption that it's a well-defended enemy of the melting wax & wick variety.) 'Course he could just be scoping out my hideout over here behind the computer. Creepy little blighter.

If he were at home I'd call in reinforcements; the insect stalker/killer, the one who has thwarted invasion attempts of every kind from 6-8 legged foes, a 6'1" moth menace my ultimate in secret weaponry: my husband. Alas, the man be out tonight. I think the creature knows it. I think he knows I know he knows it...or something like that. I think it might time to relocate....at least until a rescue effort can be made. Good night *shudder*....

Psalm 8

I love reading Psalm 8. It's not the best psalm nor the most quoted, but I like it. It's simple and reverent and perfect. So here, without further ado is psalm 8:

"O Lord, our Lord
how majestic is your name in all the
earth!

You have set your glory
above the heavens.
From the lips of children and infants
you have ordained praise
because of your enemies,
to silence the foe and the avenger.

When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
what is man that you are mindful of him,
the son of man that you care for him?
You made him a little lower than the
heavenly beings
and crowned him with glory and honor.

You made him a ruler over the works of your
hands;
you put everything under his feet:
all flocks and herds,
and the beasts of the field,
the birds or the air,
and the fish of the sea,
all that swim the paths of the sea.

O Lord, our Lord,
how majestic is your name in all the
earth!