2008-03-28

They'll be coming to take me away soon

Apparently my life is now destined to be a cosmic comedy of sorts. I don't really know how to deal with that other than laugh, so you might as well laugh with me.

This afternoon I went to help the Crulls pack. I had offered to wash their 2 big rag rugs for them, so we loaded them into the granny cart so I could drag them home on the metro. In a moment of sheer stupidity, I also tucked my shopping bag containing my nori and rice vinegar into the granny cart.

Since I am short, the cart was a bit unwieldy, but I managed to trundle up the road to the metro, drag the cart down the stairs, up the little stairs, down the other little stairs and wrestled it through the metro turnstile. I also had my coat draped over the whole contraption because it was too warm for a coat and I was definitely working up a sweat. As I was headed for the final set of stairs down to the metro platform, the cart decided to brake and them promptly topple face-first onto the ground. OK, fine, ignoring stares of people. I picked up the cart, and headed toward the stairs. As I teetered on the top, I noticed some sort of wet patch on the front of the cart.

Uh oh. The rice vinegar came to mind. In another moment of sheer stupidity, I thought that perhaps the cap had become dislodged. I reached into the plastic bag and promptly sliced my index finger open on the shattered bottle. Oh yes.

Well, no use crying over spilled vinegar milk. Might as well solider on home. I staunched the flow of blood against my coat sleeve, dragged the cart down the stairs and waited for the metro, hoping that the vinegar smell would stay kind of contained.

Of course I got the wheels of the cart caught between "coche and anden" (can anyone say "Mind the gap?") but finally stumbled onto the car. I parked my cart tightly up against the doors that would not be opening, and assumed a nonchalant posture, again hoping that people would not start sniffing the air suspiciously.

At this point I was overheated, smelled of vinegar and my finger was still gushing blood every time I took the pressure of. I made it about 9 of the 11 stops, and then I began to feel very, very woozy. Blood doesn't bother me, but I actually thought that little nick in my finger, combined with the heat and the lovely smell of sushi vinegar was going to make me pass out. I got off at the stop before mine. I took off my sweatshirt jacket, wrapped a Kleenex tightly around my finger and sat on the bench. I also ate half a Twix type generic candy bar to boost my sugar level.

I waited three minutes until the next train came and made it to my stop, through the turnstile, up the escalator, up the last wicked flight of stairs and home. I looked at myself in the elevator and I was as white as a ghost.

I recovered from my little adventure after the second band aid finally stopped the bleeding.

Later, I walked to our little local grocery and bought fake crab, because I must definitely now have sushi. They did not have a ripe avocado. I got home. I noticed that the package was not sealed properly. I walked BACK to the grocery store to get a sealed package of fake crab. Nothing but the best.

Upon arriving home, I put rice in the pot so it would be cooked and cooled later. And I promptly dropped the lid of the sugar bowl (the one that matches the set I bought at the store that no longer sells that set) on the floor. It can be glued back together. But the seam will always be there to remind me of this comedic day.

Now as long as the washing machine doesn't blow up because of the weight of the rug, or my husband doesn't have me committed, I will be enjoying sushi tonight.

Amen.

It's Tomorrow, My Love

It's already tomorrow
and down the hall
I can hear you breathing peacefully.
Freed earlier than I
from the grip of the coffee
we should not have had after dinner.

The minutes ticks over
and I listen to the plastic
covering the plants upstairs
flap in the wind
wondering who on earth is leaning
on their horn
at this hour.

One more Texas car chase,
another mother shot her children
more government officials
doing things they shouldn't.
My thoughts wander to worry
as they often do when sleepless.
Random worries though, of addresses
not updated on driving licenses,
etc. etc.

From down the hall,
Your peace silently beckons,
the knowledge that as sure
as I will ease carefully over
to my side in the dark,
tomorrow will be a hope-filled day
with you,
burdens halved
joys multiplied.

It's already tomorrow, love.
And I'm coming to bed now.

2008-03-27

Words

I have found my words to be bottled up lately. Sometimes I have them in my head, but they refuse to be translated to either page or computer screen. I think my Lenten fast from reading and writing many words has helped some.

Refraining from reading blogs and facebook did help me break some unhealthy patterns. I find it so easy to just keep blog surfing etc. if I am tired, bored, or just unmotivated to do anything productive. But the blog surfing just makes all those feelings worse I think, because there is an unlimited supply of words out there to read!

Part of my re-entering process has been to start deleting bookmarked blogs. I have been thinking carefully about who and what I read, but mainly the reasons that I read them. There are plenty of interesting and entertaining blogs out there. But am I reading them because I am nosy, because I want to be included in something, etc? I have been paring down my list of regular reads to those of people I actually KNOW in real life and love, or blogs that teach me/challenge me/help me either spiritually, in my homemaking, or some other area.

I'm hoping that the more I value words in general, the more they will mean to me as well.

2008-03-25

Meaghan's Rite of Conversion

This past weekend we went on our third annual Oasis Madrid Easter Retreat. On Saturday morning, Meg had her Rite of Conversion. She has been going through discipleship material with Troy since December, and this is the culmination of the first book.

Of course I cried, but one of the things that made me cry the most was the group of young adults who stood with Meg and cried too. I love our church so much, especially because of the way they are family to my kids.

Here are some photos, we'll post a video soon!

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2008-03-24

I'm back!

Wow, I'm here! :)

Still recovering from our Easter Retreat (which was amazing, the best yet, but a lot of work!) and resting today. The dog is home from the kennel and she is sacked out on one couch and Troy is lightly snoring on the other. There is no place like home!

Anyway, you can visit me again now. I'll be posting!

Hugs