Pungent Stench

We're going through season two of "The Chosen" rather quickly.  These latest two episodes have featured Simon the Zealot, and it's been pretty awesome looking a bit more closely at some of these apostles we only know from their first names.  This show examines realistically what a zealot was, or why tax collectors were so hated, or why Nicodemus was sneaking in at night to listen to Jesus.  These episodes are just amazing to sit and watch - we might just sit and watch them all over again after we get through the first time.

Tonight there was taekwondo, and a good bit of it.  Some of it involved kamas.  Other parts involved younger students being taught.  Maddie's leadership class followed another class where she helps the instructors with the younger students.  While that was going on, we were doing a bit of grocery shopping, and we really filled that grocery cart up tonight, as we haven't really been in a few weeks.  We got a lot of stuff.  

The weather is cooler outside, and just when everyone was ready for spring to step in and make a big deal of itself.  It's technically spring outside right now, but it's the cooler side of spring, the one where you still have to wear long-sleeved shirts and even jackets at night.  The opossums are still visiting at night in multitude, tromping around the back deck and enjoying the feast of leftovers that Mom puts out for them.  During the daytime, we have plenty of bird visitors too.  Of course, we have two pairs of bluebirds, two couples that live in two houses we have, one in the front yard and the other in the back yard.  But we have a whole lot of other bird visitors, including some new ones - including Yellow Rumped Warblers that have discovered our food source on the back deck.  We have the hummingbird feeder out there, and there are plenty of confirmed sightings in South Georgia, but not here yet.  Mom can't wait for that, of course.

One other thing that's outside is the pollen, of course.  And the Bradford pear trees are stirring up small stink storms.  But the freezing weather we had a few weeks ago may have done some damage to a lot of the blossoms on the trees, and the stench isn't quite as pungent lately.

Pungent Stench.  I remember them.  A long time ago, my friends and I were driving through Rapid City, and there was this college radio station or something, and I was first introduced to the insanely weird world of death metal.  We were laughing so hard, listening to this noise and all the screaming, and then there was a different song next, and it was called "Pulsating Protoplasm" by the band Pungent Stench.  And we're thinking, "This has to be a joke!"  I mean, it sounds like a sincere attempt to come up with something designed to get a laugh, and then the music sounds designed to sound as if someone's leg got caught in a lawnmower.  Since then, of course, I've discovered that death metal is an actual thing.  And there is an audience, a group of people out there atet actually enjoy listening to people scream and abuse musical instruments.

I'm guessing that Maddie won't like death metal music.  At least I hope not.  Anyway, tonight we read from our book once more, which did not feature death metal, although there are gravediggers, so there might be a pungent stench or two.  And funny enough, we always have this back-and-forth as we say goodnight each evening.  "You smell."  "Smell you later!"  "Good night, Stinky-pants."  "Good night, Lord Stinkington III."  And so on... one night, I might as well add "Pungent Stench" to the mix...

We said our prayers after that, and soon after that, we were all fast asleep, as opossums thrashed and banged their heads outside on our back deck.