I think I left most of my brain in Lexington or Cozad or Gothenburg or Big Springs or York or the 2nd North Platte exit or Ogallala or someplace. Sigh.
Approximately 5 hours into the drive on my way back after Thanksgiving, I had this conversational thought exchange with myself:
Me: “Well that’s the last of the Dr. Pepper.”
Me: “Maybe I’ll have a daughter who grows up to be a librarian.”
And I envisioned it, and she was awesome and the coolest librarian ever, and I was glowing with pride.
* Too Much Interstate 80.
a good ole Saturday, with breakfast and goofy friends and painting things.
the return of snow = majorly wanting to bake.
things that made me misty-eyed: a poem from my Dad, the end of Toy Story 3, Pastor Matthew’s sermon, and laughing too hard.
getting to see my cousins sing in the choir for Handel’s Messiah!
that extra bit of patience when I reeeeally needed it.
working on support letters for my Jamaica trips + watching Harry Potter + chocolate (because dementors).
Make a joyful noise to the Lord, all the earth!
Serve the Lord with gladness!
Come into His presence with singing!
Know that the Lord, He is God!
It is He who made us, and we are His;
we are His people, and the sheep of His pasture.
Enter His gates with thanksgiving,
and His courts with praise!
Give thanks to Him; bless His name!
For the Lord is good;
His steadfast love endures forever,
and His faithfulness to all generations.
(Psalm 100 esv)
that Tuesday, Monday, whatever, this is something I do basically every day and it helps me so much. Especially when I get to feeling overwhelmed.
that “now is not an emergency to rip through but a moment to embrace with gratitude.” (Ann Voskamp)
for a very special baby shower some friends & I hosted for Jill.
that my brother knows when his Christmas break starts based on how many days it is before the next Hobbit movie comes out.
for another awesome Fiesta of Deliciousness, complete with a house full of friends and food!
for checks with “Jamaica mon” in the memo line.
that “the world doesn’t evolve around you, Frances,” as a neighbor kid once told me. I was sick last week and missed some things and was brain fuzzy for others, but it was fine.
that I found my phone (it was in the bottom of my laundry basket in case anyone was wondering! Naturally.)
4 years of caregiving! Two words to describe it so far: “hard” and “wonderful”. Specifically I’m thankful that I’m not burnt out. I am still challenged & interested & learning. I smile when talking about my clients which I think is a good sign.
a long Saturday morning friend chat, coffee & cinnamon roll included.
when cute friends are about to become awesome moms & we have baby showers for them.
the hard situations of life.
talking about Jesus & Isaiah 53 at 6 a.m. Friday morning with Hanner and Julie. That makes me sound like a super spiritual person, not to mention a morning person, sorry to mislead you. All I mean is it must be pretty wonderful or I would not be out of my house at that hour.
and Fridays, mid-afternoon usually, when I stare blankly ahead, swamped by random emotions and thoughts like: “life is sooo amazing” “life is way too hard” “I can’t” “what day is it?” “why does it feel like I’ve been up for 10 hours?” “oh because I have” etc. etc.
the smell of banana bread in the oven on a cold rainy night.
hearing Brian Regan tell his funny jokes in real life.
that I don’t have a private plane to transport me back and forth across Nebraska. (I think I could learn to be content in that situation, though, given the chance.)
crazy games of cards & Thor 2 & ice cream with my cousins.
November bonfire & chili & smores.
So in October, I decided not to do a “31 days” series like I have before. They are lots of fun but also lots of work and I was not feeling it. I enjoyed just reading my favorite blogs that did cool 31 days topics.
I still wanted to do some sort of random project though. The last few days of September, I had been consistently eating an apple for a snack. The most amazing little apples, they were like candy! Which gave me the idea to eat an apple every day in October, and take a picture.
“So… you’ll have 31 pictures of apples?” asked my roommate, bless her heart. (Ohhh Kathy!) Technically, yes, she’s right, that is my final product.
But I wanted to do something creative & nonsensical & just for the fun of it. I think I ended up with a pretty neat record of my October, which I am going to make into a little book because that is what I do.
I drove a lot, I peeled, I baked, I got a bag of free apples, I snacked. I made 3 batches of crock pot applesauce. I thought of Ariadne Oliver. I threw one of my apple cores at a squirrel. I forgot about the apple picture until late some days. Plus I kept the doctor away, we can’t forget that.
(Yes that is a duck dynasty bandaid.)
(Yes I’m finally linking up to in the studio again!!)
very beautiful days.
lots to do.
the many amazing people who care about me.
Anna and I
being adults playing on the playground at the women’s retreat.
conversations with friends.
people who inspire me.
that I’m not allergic to cinnamon. At office job I’m typing in forms from students that include a “food allergies” section and one poor girl has a cinnamon allergy? That would be terrible.