sunday distraction

birds/worship
outdoor chapel
woodpecker holes
hammered
into the old wooden cross erected behind the stone altar
catbird
meadow lark
oriole
goldfinch
Luther's small catechism
allcreaturesofourgodandking

when, oh when?

Sometimes I feel like time is getting away from me. Right now, there's a ton of laundry that needs to be done, the lawn needs a mow, the weeds along the side of the house need pulled, I need to be fed. We have two parties and a Varnish Cooks gig to attend later. It's been one thing after another. When can I rest?

and it's only the 22nd....

In the last two weeks I...

...turned 30
...saw Jean Luc Ponty
...saw John Scofield
...saw a very old Dave Brubeck
...got divorced

...watched the house three doors down catch fire and burn (RNews story here)

...and there's still one more week in the month. Sheesh.

another year, another decade

Tomorrow, I turn 30.

Last week, Julia mentioned to me how last year, she posted about her last day as a twentysomething. (By the way, Julia, there actually is no post from October 21, 2006. Unless you have some other mega-secret blog I'm not privy to.) I've been thinking about that ever since. Today is my last day as a twentysomething, and this morning, in the shower, I found myself reflecting on the last ten years of my life.

When I first began crafting this post, I thought, maybe I'll do a summation of every year of my life for the last ten years. Then I thought, egad, I don't want to re-live most of that, I'm glad it's over! There were more tough times than good, more struggle than ease, more hard lessons learned than not. I've come through it all relatively unscathed, and definitely much stronger for it. I have happiness, I have love, I have peace.

Tomorrow, I will be surrounded by my family, my closest friends, and Ryan. I couldn't ask for anything more.

getting nothing done

Right now, the Varnish Cooks are practicing in my living room. Sweet.

it's hotter than....

We've had quite a warm week here, and since our house does not have air conditioning, Scooter has found an alternative method of cooling himself down. I think he may have been a dog in a former life.

re-charged

Happily, Ryan and I made it up to the cottage for the Memorial Day long weekend. There's a tangible shift in the energy in the car as soon as we get on 81 North and the pines become more prevalent. Though we were only away for about 2 1/2 days, it was still long enough to relax and recharge, have some great food at the local pub, and spend time with friends.

The tough part is making that feeling last after we've arrived home. Going back to work felt weird. My body was there, at my desk, performing all the tasks I'm used to, meanwhile my mind was still on the beach, in the cabin, in the woods, birding. Sort of like floating in an alternate reality.