"The road to hell is paved with good intentions."It seems there is a question as to who first made this statement. I really don't care who said it. It reminds me of something my father would say though, so I kind of like it. I think it makes a weird sort of sense. Just imagine what it means. People thinking they're doing good things, but they are actually digging themselves into a hole. That's how it comes off to me.
Well, it was running through my head between Sunday and today, Monday. By the way, today is the first day of the 40 day fast of Lent, also known as Clean Monday. Yesterday, the last Sunday before Lent begins was the Sunday of Forgiveness in the Orthodox calendar. The Orthodox calendar coincides with the Roman Catholic calendar for Easter this year. Every now and then it happens to be celebrated the same weeks. Just makes the days more difficult and heavy with stuff. I'm busy as it is and now Lent?
But back to good intentions, of which I had many for Sunday. I had the day to myself and planned to paint again. Quiet house, rain and cold outside, and me with my paints. Did it happen? No. Not even for twenty minutes. See? I said I had intention, and it was a good one, except I shot it all to hell by doing nothing. It happens.
A while back, maybe around this time last year, Son#1 had it out with someone whose intentions may have seemed good to them. I said, may have, because the ranting that this person aimed at my son didn't end up well. All this time later that individual found themselves in a position where they had to apologize for their terrible behavior and awful display. Next time shut up, and don't shoot yourself in the foot by flipping out. People are strange. Okay, whatever.
I didn't flip out. I just didn't do what I had intended to do. I blew it for Sunday, and today too. It's too late to salvage the rest of today. By the time I post this the sun will have gone down and my reserves are depleted. No painting will happen today.
But I meant well.