Okay, I've done it. I'm re-posting my piece from May of last year. A preacher who lives here in Alameda had predicted "The End Of Times" for May 21, 2011. People sold their homes and headed to our little island to be with Preacher Harold for the end of times. Harold was an engineer and he had worked out all the math to prove his date for the Rapture was right.
I wrote the following post on May 22, 2011.
These two dogs have been at this gate all day long.
The dogs belong to my next door neighbor, Mary, and her new husband, Chris. My neighbors are very religious people.
Now
most of you know I am not religious. I answer to "agnostic" or
"atheist" or "lapsed Catholic". I was brought up Catholic, but we all
know that Catholics don't really read the bible, so I never really gave a
lot of credence to this "Rapture" business in the first place.
(In fact, I thought the word "rapture" was used exclusively to describe something about one's sex life until very recently.)
But
now I'm a little concerned. I have not seen hide nor hair of Mary or
Chris all day. Their cars are in the driveway. The dogs have been
standing at the gate forlornly since we got up this morning.
I
realize that the predicted earthquakes and such have not occurred, at
least not as of now. There was a blip on the screen today about a
volcano getting ready to erupt in Iceland and that could be related, but
I'm not sure. There were also exploding watermelons in China last week
if memory serves and that also could be a sign that things are getting
ready to pop, so to speak.
Mary has spoken to me about the
Rapture in the past. I did have to tell her that I really wasn't
religious so it wasn't a concern to me. Sweetly, she offered to pray
for me and for Alex too. (He may even be more of a heathen than I am,
by the way.)
I have seen all of my other neighbors around today,
but most of them are relatively sinful people as far as I can tell.
Actually, I have no way of knowing how sinful they are or aren't, but
I'm just projecting my own failings on to them. I'm not proud of myself
for wondering if I could help myself to Mary's gorgeous sterling tea
service if she's gone. I mean, it would be a sin to have it just sit
there in an empty house, wouldn't it?
I wonder if I should go next door and feed those dogs.