For the first time in days I went outside, actually so did Mary. I said Mary sorry. She said I'm okay. But I know she hates not driving every day, she's like a puppy who needs walks. We went out into the sunlight, the roller door closed behind us, and I realized oh I live in Sparrow Falls, and actually it's a very nice town. Also, there are trees. Trees are nice. Unless they have bees.

I didn't realize, but today was the start of Easter called Good Friday, and the sermon was about that old cross on a hill. And he said, which I keep on thinking about, what on earth, the universe, and the galaxy was good about it? I mean it was a man dying. People die all the time, but this was God the hope of every creature, and so how is that good? What is the silly definition of good that we use, and attach it to Good Friday? Frankly I didn't know what day it was, but this Friday did not start at all in any way good for me.

Do you remember me telling you about that sower guy? The old farmer type person with his corn and wheat, and other produce I forget. Well it's the same principle. He works insanely hard each year, then after the harvest season what he does is throws out perfectly good corn or something else, and then buries it all with his tractor. Actually it's usually the best corn he said, because the cracked kernels don't germinate. So I've already given away the answer, I've mentioned the germinating thing. Well the seeds that are buried in the ground grow in a couple weeks or so. Unless they're buried, and completely covered by the dirt, there won't BE a crop next year. It seems stupid and wasteful if you don't know why every autumn he throws good corn out into the paddock. But it never fails to grow.

So I guess it's not really changing definitions, it's just like a delay between when we expect it will be good and when it actually is. I guess too, if you're a random walkabout who doesn't know farming, you'd probably laugh at the farmer guy.