Meanwhile, the garden has been producing like crazy these last few days. It makes me happy to see all the produce piled up into a lump. Yea for yummy vegetables!
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
coolness and produce
We've gotten some respite from the heat today--it's been very nice. Matt and I don't run our AC so the lower temp, cool rain, and strong breeze (the kind of wind that moves branches 10 feet) have been welcome here.
Meanwhile, the garden has been producing like crazy these last few days. It makes me happy to see all the produce piled up into a lump. Yea for yummy vegetables!
Meanwhile, the garden has been producing like crazy these last few days. It makes me happy to see all the produce piled up into a lump. Yea for yummy vegetables!
Monday, June 16, 2008
7 years ago today I was saying. . .
Matthew, today I take you as my husband, committing myself to love and to serve you for the rest of my life. I know, and I affirm to you, that love is not merely the emotion I feel right now, but it is bond between us that we strengthen as we depend on eachother and on God during the challenges of life--a bond that I never will break. I promise to you that I will be patient and understanding as we both strive to answer God's call for our lives, learning and growing together.
I love you today deeper than that day seven years ago. Thank you for your steadfastness in your love for me.
I love you today deeper than that day seven years ago. Thank you for your steadfastness in your love for me.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
The locals
(alternate title: "Interpellation")
Headed out for a morning jog the other day with Macy at about 9:30 am or so. It was sprint day, so I was running pretty hard (listening to "Everyday" by Carly Comando--great running song). Macy was giving about half-effort, which she's being doing more and more as it climbs to 90+ degrees by mid-morning. Slacker. Let's just say that I had a good couple of steps on Macy as we cruised down the block. As I'm running, I begin to notice from my periphery a large object creeping slowly up on me--it's a truck. For a couple of steps I keep my pace and pretend that the truck isn't following me. It's happened before that cars slow down to look at rental houses, etc., and I just happen to be in their line of vision. But it's clear after a few more steps that this truck is stalking me. I nervously glance over into the cab of the truck and see the driver, a somewhat wild-looking, if older man, start to roll down the passenger side window. By this time, I realize that my full attention needs to be devoted to this situation, so I quickly pull out my headphone earbud (left side only), stop running, and shoot the driver a look that says both "What's up?" and "I'm a little worried that you're a crazy person trying to kidnap me." Ignoring my look and its dual meanings, the driver yells these words at me across the cab of the pickup: "I'm betting on the dog!" He smiles, then speeds up and drives off.
Headed out for a morning jog the other day with Macy at about 9:30 am or so. It was sprint day, so I was running pretty hard (listening to "Everyday" by Carly Comando--great running song). Macy was giving about half-effort, which she's being doing more and more as it climbs to 90+ degrees by mid-morning. Slacker. Let's just say that I had a good couple of steps on Macy as we cruised down the block. As I'm running, I begin to notice from my periphery a large object creeping slowly up on me--it's a truck. For a couple of steps I keep my pace and pretend that the truck isn't following me. It's happened before that cars slow down to look at rental houses, etc., and I just happen to be in their line of vision. But it's clear after a few more steps that this truck is stalking me. I nervously glance over into the cab of the truck and see the driver, a somewhat wild-looking, if older man, start to roll down the passenger side window. By this time, I realize that my full attention needs to be devoted to this situation, so I quickly pull out my headphone earbud (left side only), stop running, and shoot the driver a look that says both "What's up?" and "I'm a little worried that you're a crazy person trying to kidnap me." Ignoring my look and its dual meanings, the driver yells these words at me across the cab of the pickup: "I'm betting on the dog!" He smiles, then speeds up and drives off.
Friday, June 13, 2008
better world
Just wanted to pass along info about a great place to buy books (new and used) online . . . www.betterworld.com . They sell used books, find homes for unwanted books, every order is shipped carbon neutral, and they support a variety of literacy programs. Thanks Lance for the tip.
Monday, June 09, 2008
Stars
On our way back from San Antonio, we stopped by to visit Ben in Winters. . .I had forgotten what stars uninterrupted by light look like. I have no words to describe it--just feeling like I need to get out of the city at night more often.
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