musings...

Haven't had much trouble with jet-lag this time... other than the typical waking up about 2 - 3 hours early (3 or 4 in the a.m.), which of course makes me a very tired boy that can't wait to hit the sack by 10... each day I've stretched the wakeup another hour, so tomorrow I'm aiming for 5:30.

In retrospect, this trip seemed like it was 28 days long, instead of the actual 7... wondered why that was the case? I think it had to do with several factors-
  • No Bean makes every day much, much longer than it really is.
  • Sitting for long periods of time (meaning 12 hours)...
  • Forgetting my watch. I left Mickey in my car because I didn't want to forget him, then I got dropped off at the airport by Brother & theMoses in Shirley so the best laid plans of mice & me went awry...
  • a couple of hard days with long talks about difficult subjects. Sigh...


    Sunday, Nick & Kirstin are getting baptized! That gives me joy - we've been really fortunate to be able to get to know them better through the Sunday p.m. study - & now we get to rejoice with them. Aaron C gets to help with the dunkage in the Jordan, err.. the Truckee.

    I like to do dishes. And fold laundry. The sense of accomplishment at the end is nice. The only issue is that my folding skills are not quite up to snuff, so I do the kids & let the Bean take on her own kleidung (clothes). She could go pro in folding clothes. And in wrapping presents. She's THAT good.

    Had a heart to heart with Weez after some interactions that she witnessed left her puzzled - she's trying to figure out the perpetuation of injustice on her dad (her observation, not mine.) The most difficult part is that the person she observed was a Christian... and if they're Christian, then WHY would they act that way?

    On the topic of Weez - w/the Bean working M-F 10-3, & with Weez being on a 12-month school schedule, I now get to spend a bit more quality time with her when she's on break - like the month of May. Reminds me of the old times. The boat times, where her wit & interests were unmarred by the tripe called 'The Disney Channel" & by an interest in boy bands. My favorite is going to lunch, because while we're eating, just the two of us, all sort of questions are fair game:

  • Weez: So, dad: do you think I can get my nose pierced?
  • Me: Uh, no. You're 11. When you're 16 & can understand the consequences & ramifications of making such a fashion (& glamour statement) then we'll talk.
  • Weez: Ok. That's what I thought. How about my belly button?
  • Me: Nope.
  • Weez: Don't you think it would be great to go on "What Not To Wear?"
  • Me: What are you saying?
  • Weez: Nothing...

    And so it goes...

    Finding myself procrastinating today. Just want to lay around on the couch & eat Pork Skins. Ah, yes. That is the life.
  • 4 launchings into the blogosphere....:

    Erica said...

    I have long imagined what my response will be when Morgan asks questions about dying her hair blue or piercings. Glad that she's just two and I have several years to think about my answer

    laura said...

    - if you ever run out of dishes or laundry... there is plenty to be had over here...we are not picky about the folding. we would even be willing to pay you in pork skins.

    TPluckyT said...

    Precious times with a sweet girl . . . I'm glad you're getting an opportunity to enjoy them . . .

    Jeni said...

    Don't worry-- your attire is nowhere near scary enough to be on "What Not to Wear"-- Although it would be amusing to watch Stacy and Clinton ponder what is "appropriate" attire for a pastor. Boy would you be over-dressed for the occasion! :)