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1.24.2016

Sunday dinnertime

One Good Thing: I get to go to work tomorrow. Thank God for work!
One Funny Thing: I can't think of a thing.
One Weird Thing: For the first time this winter I'm actually really cold. It's not even that bad outside, but I'm cold deep in my bones right now. Ankles are cold, arms, hands. I just generally don't feel good.

One God Thing: I know God loves me, flawed and prone to failure as I am.
One Music Thing: Again, I can't think of a thing.
One Book Thing: I did get a few minutes to read the latest Elizabeth George book this afternoon. I was lying on one of the beds in the spare room reading and I flashed back to the first of her Lynley books, which I also read lying on one of those same beds about 27 years ago. It was a comforting thought.

Today has sucked. That is all. And I haven't even watched the football game; I'm kind of afraid to, in case the Broncos imploded. I don't feel good. Beast feels horrible. I'm fed up. He's fed up. Right now I think we both want to move to Australia. It would be warmer there.

1.16.2016

Saturday evening

One Good Thing: I got quite a lot of stuff done today.
One Funny Thing: Included in that stuff was catching up on DVR'd episodes of Whose Line Is It? which never fails to make me laugh hard.
One Weird Thing: I'd scheduled a meetup with one of my Friday night meeting mentors for tomorrow. OMG do I need it!

One God Thing: "I can’t stand your religious meetings.
I’m fed up with your conferences and conventions.
I want nothing to do with your religion projects,
your pretentious slogans and goals.
I’m sick of your fund-raising schemes,
your public relations and image making.
I’ve had all I can take of your noisy ego-music.
When was the last time you sang to me?
Do you know what I want?
I want justice—oceans of it.
I want fairness—rivers of it.
That’s what I want. That’s all I want." [Amos 5:21-24 The Message]
One Music Thing: I found out last night courtesy of a book on maps that I'm reading that the unofficial national anthem of the Cherokee Nation is "Amazing Grace." They weren't allowed to stop on the Trail of Tears to bury their dead, so they sang that song every time someone died and was left behind.
One Book Thing: That book I'm reading is Strange Maps: An Atlas of Cartographic Curiosities by Frank Jacobs. Among others I've got going, of course.
I need to do this much more often again. I'm losing my grip on a lot of the positives in my life after a brutal 2015 of dealing with shit, mostly mine but others' that has been dropping all over me like I'm the official shit-sweeper for many in the vicinity. Also, we're officially empty-nesters, and I'm trying to figure out what to do with the next 30+ years of my life (I hope).