Ordered

Last night Emily and I sat on one of her expansive sofas and admired her one-week-old son. It was very ordered--two women admiring the virtues of one (very tiny) man. He smelled lovely!

White and Crusty

Though this blog houses my deepest, most random--and yet terse--thoughts, it also serves as a handy catalogue of things that happen to my clothes. Today, for example, I just discovered a white and crusty thing stuck to my blue linen skirt. Even though I'm wearing white for my top, I still considered that this speck belonged not to the fullness of my ensemble! I removed it. I think it must have been a dried blob of the yogurt I ate for breakfast.

For Realz

Ok, this is what I really think on the subject of work: I do not like work. I do not like it now, because I am lazy and because I don't find my job fulfilling. I am striving to overcome the first reason but I don't think I can do the same with the second. I would rather be doing something else: singing! So here is what I think. I think I can and should try to do what makes me happy and what I'm attracted to, in the area of work/career, as much as I can. Even the striving makes me happier and better. On the other hand, I also think that if I do get married I will marry a man who will be well able to provide for me and I will not need to work. Thus, I will not work. I don't even think I would sing for money. Actually, I especially would not do that because the fame would certainly go to my head. I would need my head, and my heart, to give to my husband. In the end analysis, therefore, I get the best of both worlds! I get to have fun while I am single, and not spend time being miserable, and then when (God willing) I get married, I get to love and have many babies. I could be entirely mistaken about this course for my life--the asterisk involved is always and at every moment God's will--but for the present I will use this current image as my pattern and guide. I am Woman . . . hear me laugh!

Being Sad

Being sad may not be a waste of time, but it certainly is a waste of energy!

Helplessness

We all live in helplessness and utter dependency, and I usually don't let it get me down. The keen edge of it comes, not when you realize that you can't control or determine events in your own life, but when you see this same contingency play out in the lives of those you love. I want so much to fix it for them, to make it come out right, (to be God). I don't want them to have to worry or struggle or hurt through it: and I can't preach patience that I don't have, for situations much harder than my own. That is helplessness.

How will I know you're a good person if you don't give me any cheese?

Here is a story about cheese: Once upon a time, a girl got snowed in. She was snowed in with her best friends, and they had a fantastic time. Well, they had a time, anyway. They shoveled snow, some more than others. They watched many movies, maybe a bajillion. The girl stayed up too late, due to ennui. This went on for a lot of days, like three, until finally the girls had to go to the store. The girl (the main one, the one this story is about) was not as terrified to drive as many had feared; in fact, she drove very well, though she felt dizzy at the end. "Cheese," thought the girl, as she drove. "I need cheese!" When she finally got to the store, she followed her impulse to the full--the cheese was on sale! She got muenster cheese, colby cheese, swiss cheese, mozzarella cheese, and two kinds of cheddar! She was so happy. Then the girls went home to enjoy their groceries and get snowed in for two more days. The End.

Snow

There is just too much snow. I don't know what else to say. It's obviously futile to complain! Things just seems so off-balance with all this slippery stuff on the roads and nowhere to go anyway. :)