Bah Humbug.

Today is one of those days where I feel like God is watching me Real World Style trying to watch me get through the agonizing doldrums of my life. No REAL complaints... but silly, centralist and naive INside drama that is teenage at worst and horrifyingly immature at best.
I want to take a bath. The first tub, filled beatuifully with lavendar bath salts and candles all aflutter, would not hold the water. The thing-y that you press to make the drain stop up doesn't DO that.
SO... I tell myself, as I rather annoyingly gathered all of my materials to head to the OTHER tub ( see folks, I can't believe I even HAVE two tubs- hence the lack of understanding just where exactly I am coming from!) and the water won't get hot. I am assuming it's because we are, therefore, out.
I begrudgingly slammed through the dinner dishes, which only ten minutes prior I had so boldly declared..." I am sick of doing the dishes and will NOT do them tonight, instead I will take a bath."
Ha! Looks like I don't get to pick and choose the fate of my life. But...it was just a bath! Now here I sit, with dry, dish-cracked hands and am slightly miserably wet from not taking my time with the dishes and instead splashing and romping in the sink like a preschool child- looks like in my own way I did get a bath. Only I don't look or smell pretty or clean and my steam-curled hair is quite the irritatingly frizzy mess.
I WOULD go to bed, but it's only 7:30, and that is a full-on hour before my "very early bed time" and I would feel simply like a quitter if I turned in now.
Maybe the best thing for me to do, after this confessional, is to find a good book and snuggle deep into the covers where nothing can bite me but my own salty self.
G'Night!

Melting

The weather has turned and for the last few days the sun's heat has warmed my world. No more sweatshirts and jeans. More more hats and gloves. I was actually thinking to start planting some flowers for the patio. It's too late for tulips but there is plenty of time for lilles and daisies.
I went to the city yesterday to attend a play with a friend. In our post culture meal she asked me a lot of questions about my church. She explained that she was working with some Christians and admitted thier strength was truly amazing to her and she was impressed by thier ability's to maintain peace and composure at a job that few make it in for more than a year or two.
She suggested that this whole "Christian thing" might have some validity to it. She has been reading the bible as well. Last August her heart was very cold and brazenly told my husband that she could never see herself bow down to anything or anyone.
I will continue to pray for her that she may see the same warmth on the planet as I do.