Filler
I've been working on a "real post" for a couple of days now, and trying to keep up with the Mere Christianity reading group. My "real post" is taking on a life of it's own and pretty much everything that truly interests me is wrapped up in it. My point is, because of my limited mental capacities, I don't seem to have much left over to write about.
I can tell about how today I did laundry and dishes, and about how Ginger peed on my bed 'cause I was ignoring her pleas to be taken out (She'd just been out an hour earlier, for Pete's sake!) Oh, and there's the ants. These have been the bane of the last three days of my existence. And the washer - I stopped one leak only to see three more, lesser leaks, sprout in its stead. The best part of the day was Paul getting home from work unexpectedly early, cookie platter in hand. We spent the afternoon together and then went to the local artsy theater to see Synecdoche, New York. It was a strange experience to sit fighting back tears while the bulk of the audience laughed uproariously - clearly misunderstanding everything. It was a devastating film, making me again thankful for the intervention of the Savior in my life. I wish I could review it here, but I simply do not have the skill. I think perhaps Paul should give it a try. But I will say this, life is not a dress rehearsal to be spent setting up the stage, trying out your lines, trying on hats for when the real production begins. Don't live your life for how it will play to others. Don't live for how it will sound when you blog about it, or rearrange it to look pretty in the pictures. Life is not a reality series - but it is real. Live your real life, in your real relationships with real people (not the people you imagine or hope them to be). Life the real life God has given you to live.
Oh, I got carried away. Here's some pictures from today:
That's Ginger. Isn't she lovely?
And Paul's in his element - the "multi-purpose room".
And that's the Chico City Plaza.
I can tell about how today I did laundry and dishes, and about how Ginger peed on my bed 'cause I was ignoring her pleas to be taken out (She'd just been out an hour earlier, for Pete's sake!) Oh, and there's the ants. These have been the bane of the last three days of my existence. And the washer - I stopped one leak only to see three more, lesser leaks, sprout in its stead. The best part of the day was Paul getting home from work unexpectedly early, cookie platter in hand. We spent the afternoon together and then went to the local artsy theater to see Synecdoche, New York. It was a strange experience to sit fighting back tears while the bulk of the audience laughed uproariously - clearly misunderstanding everything. It was a devastating film, making me again thankful for the intervention of the Savior in my life. I wish I could review it here, but I simply do not have the skill. I think perhaps Paul should give it a try. But I will say this, life is not a dress rehearsal to be spent setting up the stage, trying out your lines, trying on hats for when the real production begins. Don't live your life for how it will play to others. Don't live for how it will sound when you blog about it, or rearrange it to look pretty in the pictures. Life is not a reality series - but it is real. Live your real life, in your real relationships with real people (not the people you imagine or hope them to be). Life the real life God has given you to live.
Oh, I got carried away. Here's some pictures from today:
That's Ginger. Isn't she lovely?
And Paul's in his element - the "multi-purpose room".
And that's the Chico City Plaza.
Comments
Also, sometimes it is better to ignore the leaks you know than having to deal with the ones you don't.
And pictures always work! I need to post some pictures of our pit bull. Oh Je-nn-nn-ieeee!!!! (Our resident picture taker.)
Barry, perhaps you can help me understand the concept behind Abraham Piper's blog. Is it that all the entries all 22 words or less?
Andy, you seldom fail to crack me up!
Jeri,
My daughter is responsible for us having our pitbull. (She saw her on the humane society website - a sweet 5 mo. old pup.)And she, my daughter is on a mission to save the breed I think. She has a special link on her MySpace page devoted to her love for pitbulls, and loses all composure if anyone says an unkind thing about them. That's the surest and quickest way to get her dander up.
That is the exactly the point of Abraham's blog. Interestingly, the ambiguity and provocativeness of saying little seems to generate a lot of discussion. (Of course, it probably doesn't hurt that he has a famous father.)
I'll look forward to your e-mail, whenever it comes. I've been wanting to send one as well.
Betsy,
You're a perceptive lady. Thank you for your prayer. I'll need plenty of prayer to get through Christmas! Blessings to you as well.