“Forget about what’s happened; don’t keep going over old history. Be alert, be present. I’m about to do something brand-new. It’s bursting out! Don’t you see it? I’m making a road through the desert, rivers in the badlands.”
Is. 43:19 (see whole passage)
On Saturday we held a Murder Mystery with seven people: My sister, her boyfriend, Ian, myself, my mother, and Ben and Lisa. Mom and I spent the day running about buying Italian-type foods (is Raspberry Lemon Cheesecake Italian? Does it matter?) and small decorative touches to make our house feel like a family Italian restaurant. About an hour before the party started I zipped over to a family friend’s house and she bedecked me out as a mystic Gypsy type – lots of long hanging necklaces, jingling anklets, heavy eye make-up and blush, etc. Although my character was incidental, everybody agreed thanks to our friend mine was the best costume. As it turns out, Ian committed the murder: but he had meant to kill Ben, only accidentally killing the victim. Bummer.