Morning

I'm having my first cup of coffee in this empty house, trying hard to remember what it means to be sad........

Something like that. I heard a line like that and it's sticking with me. Kind of like a song that sticks with you for the rest of the day. It's been Michael Jackson songs for these last 3 weeks. Gotta love nostalgia.

Things are pretty good. Work is steady and crazy as usual. Home life is good. Service is excellent. My moods aren't too bad, either. Jason's dad will come down in 2 weeks to paint my living room and bedroom. It's hard to believe we've been in this house for over 19 months. It doesn't feel that long. We've really made it our own.

Jason's first public talk is this weekend. I am so nervous for him, but I don't know why. He has such a knack for public speaking. Me, on the other hand, not so much. It's been all he can think about. Once it is over, we can both breathe easy.


I looked up the serial in my 1.00 Coach bag only to reassure myself that it is a fake. The 1.00 Louis Vuitton wallet, on the other hand, I believe that is real.

Someone sent me this tidbit......

There comes a point in your life when you realize
who matters,
who never did,
who won't anymore,
and who always will.
So don't worry about people from your past,
there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future.

It was accompanied by a group of really cute baby pictures and a chain email. I'm totally confused, which is the norm. I just really like the nugget I just pasted up above. It really is true.

Hot hot Saturday.....

Up to this month will the great drought endure,
For Italy and Provence, all fruits to half:
The Great Ones less of enemies prisoners of their band
For the rovers, pirates, and the enemy to die.


We had a wonderful early morning in service. The young people really keep me on my toes. I finally watched Across the Universe. Not bad. Jason really loved all the Beattles music. Who doesn't?

Mercredi.......Devotion

The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean-
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition

Frost.