Unfortunately, since I don't really have anything really deep to share right now or even something rather trivial that I want to delve up...I must force myself to stop emptying my recycle bin for fun and crack down on getting something readable out here.
What can I talk about?
There's always the weather to fall back on. The polite, dinner-conversation opener. But it's raining (which I adore) and that's about all I can report on that subject. In fact, I'm not even sure if the sky has gotten up the guts to rain yet. It's probably just gray and moist.
New topic?
I think yes.
What have I been doing lately? Now that is a multi-faceted question. Whenever people ask me what I've been doing I always say "nothing much" for fear that I might actually have to come up with something I have been doing that would be even remotely interesting to them.
Remotely interesting or not, I might as well spill the details. It can't be much worse than no post at all.
I hope.
I guess the most exciting thing that's been happening to me lately is that after eighteen years of frustration I'm finally falling in love with God. (It actually hasn't really been eighteen years, but ever since I realized that there was something missing between us I've been struggling to find out what) It's been an amazing experience, one I sometimes thought that I would never have.
My college course starts in two weeks (there, I've written it!). Orientation on October 3. I am still not even the slightest bit excited, but as the inevitable comes closer I become more resigned to the fact that I can't stop it from coming. I assume that I'm either in Anne Shirley's calm "depths of despair" or that I'm beginning to realize that there's really not that much to be afraid of. I suppose thinking up escape plans is not going to help either. One has to face the music when one has already paid the piper tuition.
My dad recently had surgery on his foot to remove a broken sewing needle. With three daughters who sew in the house, we aren't running DNA tests to see whose fault it is, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't mine.
I'm currently reading a book called Blue Night by Cindy McCormick Martinusen. Apparently, it's part of a series (fancy that!). I stumbled across it while I was wandering aimlessly with the intention of looking for a Liz Curtis Higgs book. (It's amazing what you can find when you get your sense of alphabetical order turned around and end up in the wrong row!) It's a sort of strange book about Nazi treasure, kidnappings, WW2 resistance groups, kidnapped husbands and blue tiles and it's set in the 2000's. I'm still trying to make sense of it.
Holly & Ivy is almost finished but Jamie can't find the last piece she wrote... And now that she's hit the end of it, she says she has a new idea which she might start work on if she can get rid of an annoying case of writer's avoidance. It has a very lame title right now, so she's going to hold off announcing it until she comes up with a better one. I don't have much faith in her abilities to do this.
Other than that, I'm doing things pretty much as normally as the next person. And I'm boring myself with my recounting. So, with such an inspiring post, I shall take my leave and go finish my book. :)
'Till next time (which will hopefully be more worthwhile than this...)
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