Christian music is so terribly embarassing most of the time, almost all of the time, really. I can’t listen to most of it. I mean, I can’t listen to most music, really. But I was struck by the genius idea of looking for “Old Timey” Christian music and let me tell you: I was thinkng it’d be a bunch of banjo and blue grass. While that might exist what I’ve found has been essentially a contingent of soul music running in parallel to the traditional. Instead of being about broken hearts (mostly) and pretty ladies, it’s about Jesus and Heaven. It’s protestant. Baptist, I think. But it’s great. Really lovely. 

We got a rental car after the accident and we took trash to the dump with that car. In the trash was a mole, which made it from our house to the dump and back only to be scared by me, fleeing into the cushions where I could not find it. Where it died. It smelled like there was a dying mole in that car, so we took it to the rental place. 

We just said there was a smell was there, not where it came from. Which is a lie, but trying to explain the story with the mole just felt ridiculous. I suppose they could have charged us a hundred or a few hundred bucks for a deep cleaning fee or something but...I don’t know. It’s not as though I’m stealing from the till of a mom and pop store or hurting any of these employees. Mister and Misses Enterprize Rent-a-car are not saving money to buy medicine for their sick child. 

Maybe I’m just coming up with excuses, but either way, I’ll be renting from Enterprise or whatever from now on.