The first of any new month is a great day for starting over. (Of course, so is the first of any new day.)
Monday, April 30, 2012
Sunday, April 29, 2012
I spent the day imagining life in a tiny home. My mom and I watched this video and this video, and then we made my dad watch them, too.
As previously stated on this blog, I really admire minimalists. These videos make me feel like I live in a mansion (not even close) and that I have an excess of personal belongings (absolutely true). Which is pretty much the exact opposite of what our mainstream you-can-never-have-enough culture would want us to believe.
Anyway, I told my parents that a day might come when John and I want to have a tiny home of our own and live in their backyard.
The likelihood of this actually happening is very small. But that didn't keep me from beginning every other sentence with, "Well, if we lived in your backyard ..." and "I think you would really like it if we lived in your backyard."
They know I'm mostly joking, and it made us all laugh. Then when we were leaving, my mom said the best thing to me, "You bring a lot of joy into my life, honey, you really do."
See how good it is to use your imagination.
Saturday, April 28, 2012
I need a vacation. Saturday nights are making me want to weep because the weekend is half over.
Friday, April 27, 2012
Sometimes the voice in my head plays Encouragement Radio all day long. I know, it sounds like a good thing. But it's like a play list of every positive cliche I've ever heard, which gets a little annoying.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
"Learning to ignore things is one of the great paths to inner peace." ~Robert J. Sawyer
I think Mr. Sawyer is right. I hope so, anyway, because I have an incredible ability to ignore things. But I don't know that I always ignore the right things. That is the trick. Ignore the things that can be ignored. Pay attention to the other stuff, the things that are important.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
I'm becoming one of those ladies who brings her sneakers to work, puts them on with her work clothes and walks during lunch. It's quite a look. But my feet don't hurt.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
One of the most important things to know is feelings come and feelings go.
Monday, April 23, 2012
I highly recommend them. OK. Not really. But sometimes I can't avoid them. I'm sure you know how it is.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
There is something magical about the third weekend in April. Six years ago, John and I were invited to three weddings all taking place on April 22. Since then, I've called it the weekend of love. This year's schedule includes three parties. I don't know why, but the third weekend in April always wants to celebrate.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
What if we pretend life is an experiment and we are the scientists.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
My mom says Vicks vapor rub helps soothe sore feet.
My dad says you should always invest in good shoes.
They're both right.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Bad things happen when I don't sleep enough.
I get this heavy headache over my right eye. I start to feel very anxious and worried. And I look terrible. So, with that said, I'm going to bed.
Monday, April 16, 2012
I feel bad for the IRS, so I made sure to use my red "love" stamps when sending out our taxes.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
"God is the Bigger Elvis" is a beautiful documentary about the Benedictine sisters at the Abbey of Regina Laudis.
It's clear these women are called by God to this particular life of work and prayer.
But their story is a reminder that God calls each of us to a particular life ~ namely, the one we have.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
He: "Is there a type of wine that goes with breakfast?"
Me: "Yes. Champagne."
Friday, April 13, 2012
Not that this is at all important to humanity, but I can't understand why anyone would buy a traditional toaster when toaster ovens exist.
Why do they even make toasters anymore?
For one thing, you cannot melt cheese on a bagel in a toaster. But you can in a toaster oven. See, way better.
Toaster ovens, people! Trust me.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Ennui is one of my favorite words, one of my least favorite emotions.
Henri describes it perfectly.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
A caption contest for the clever and the witty. Go here.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Sometimes my schedule scares me. June will be 30 days of non-stop work and play. I'm hoping I can sleep through July.
Monday, April 9, 2012
We were stopped at the intersection.
He was crossing the street on his red bicycle.
Ball cap, sunglasses, gray hair, no shirt, bronzed skin, cotton-gray shorts, black socks, black dress shoes.
The man was tall and broad, but definitely not heavy.
"How old do you think he is?" I asked John.
"How old is your dad?" he replied.
"In his sixties."
"That sounds right. That look says I stopped caring what people think 10, 15 years ago."
Sunday, April 8, 2012
One of the things I love about being Catholic is after 40 days of Lent, we celebrate with 50 days of Easter. Let us always remember that our days of joy will be longer than our days of darkness.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
He: "What are you eating?"
Me: "Strawberries. Why?"
He: "They sound crunchy and weird."
Me: "Well, because I'm crunchy and weird."
He: "I know."
Friday, April 6, 2012
When I was a teenager, and even into my twenties, I always thought the women crying at the Good Friday service were so holy.
It's not a competition or anything. But, as a young person, you see someone moved to tears at the sight of the cross and you think that person must really know Jesus. You wonder if you'll ever feel that personally connected to Christ's suffering.
(Maybe not all teenagers think these thoughts, but I hung out with a church-going crew.)
Anyway, tonight I was watching people as they went up to the altar to venerate the cross.
The whole community goes. Some people kneel for a moment. Some touch the cross. Some kiss the cross.
It's been awhile since I've thought about who might be holier than who.
What does it even matter?
God is the Holy One. We're just lucky He loves us.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
If you hear this word spoken by one of the men in my family, it means they think the women are being cranky.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Me: "Are you here?"
Dad: "Well. Philosophically speaking, where IS here. I am here. My here may not be where your here is."
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
A friend of mine used to live in Atlanta, and she told me about this famous pediatrician who practiced medicine until she was 103. Dr. Leila Denmark died Sunday at age 114. Her story is inspiring, especially for those of us who think life might be too short to get everything done.
Monday, April 2, 2012
My mom and I were having a nice conversation about the Poor Clare nuns when my dad barged into the room with a pair of tighty-whitie, ratty-tatty underwear in his hands.
"I've had these undershorts since my freshman year of high school," he said, holding them out as if they were a precious heirloom worthy of being admired. "How much do you think I would get for them on eBay?"
"Nothing!" my mom exclaimed. "They are worth nothing."
I happen to know my dad is very attached to this particular pair of holey underwear, so they aren't actually for sale. (He likes to brag about how long he has owned them.)
Anyway, my dad got the idea to sell his underthings when he heard Whitney Houston's clothes were being auctioned. We explained that it's really not the same thing.