Every time I think of something to post, I can’t get to the computer.
And then something new happens and makes the first thoughts old, thought not irrelevant,
for everything that happens is part of what shapes me and works out my life’s path.
Something changed and suddenly life has started moving too quickly for me to document it,
even in my journal. And that makes me sad.
A few great memories from the weekend:
~Max’s amazing “quiet CD” mix that was perfect for the driving at four o’clock in the morning
~Texas plains that let you see the sunrise, and the orange ball of fire we call a sun
~the countryside and the uniqueness of Texas trees
~hanging out with Pete
~burgers grilled poolside with generous friends who also loaned us their hotel room shower and lava soap
~Steph and Max to keep me awake with their funny stories on the long night drive up to the start
~ice cold chocolate milk from the igloo in my dry, tired mouth…the best thing I’ve ever tasted
~sleeping at the beautiful home of more generous friends, and best of all sleeping with the windows open
~I love their house, it’s like a retreat…uncluttered, spacious, earthy, and open–it’s like a retreat
~cows mooing outside my window as I tried to go to sleep at midnight
~I still don’t know where they were exactly, I thought we were next to the campgrounds and the river
~buying junk food at the grocery store with Bill
~feeling like a part of the community of paddlers
~Max falling out of a tree when I thought they were paddling (you’ll have to ask them, it’s a great story)
~losing some stuff out of the not-quite-shut car-top carrier on I-10, watching it fly out in my rearview mirror
~Max hightailing it up the hill to get a life jacket out of the middle of the freeway.
~thanking God that the traffic was spaced out and that we didn’t lose more stuff
~learning to give thanks for small blessings, and big ones…learning to recognize both
The play tonight was good…I was so proud of several people I had
managed to work with yesterday. Thoroughly entertaining.
And of course I was proud of my numerous siblings.
Steph is back from another training run…I really missed her.
Or maybe I just felt left out this time.
I’m dead tired and I’m hoping this post makes sense when I read it tomorrow.
And my baby sister turns four tomorrow…or today…or sometime in November. (It’s a quote.)
I get to spend the whole day with her if I want.
Now that is a real blessing.
PennyDaisy 
Hey, my birthday is tomorrow too!
Sounds busy, but fun.
that was a weekend packed with memories, all right. so much happening. good times and good company.
That was deffinately an awesome weekend. Hannah is not going out this weekend, and I am secretly glad because I was afraid I was going to be jealous when she was out there and I was not
“suddenly life has started moving too quickly for me to document it, even in my journal”
I understand perfectly. Thank you for your story on my post! That was a hoot! I have a couple of stories that make my hair curl when I think about them!
Yes, my first plane ticket ever…always wanted to go places, just never worked out before now…Happy late birthday to your sisters… I saw where you picked Chuck Liddell on the great knock’s post? I know you are drawing a parallel between physical fighting and spiritual fighting, but let me share something…I was raised as part of a long line of pretty violent people down both sides of my family…hear me out before you get mad…A friend posted a while back about wanting a take charge kind of guy like Jack Bauer…I pointed out that I don’t think girls realize that the fire that would make a guy a Jack Bauer or in real life a Chuck Liddell is the same fire that will get them battered when they do something the guy doesn’t like on the wrong day…the underlying anger and aggression that creates that mentality isn’t something they turn on and off…trust me, I grew up with it and in real life it looks much different than on television…my grandad was one of those fiery guys and he met his end when his second wife shot him after a lifetime of beating people including my mom. I watched physical violence between my dad and my brothers and just two days ago I broke up a fight between my brother and his sixteen year old son. While I do believe the church does it’s dead level best to emasculate men, trust me, you do not want to live in a house with this. I can be a pretty imposing guy in person. When I say to someone “I’m going to beat the crap out of you”, they believe it and back away…And I still say you don’t want this in your home. I can do it and I don’t want it in mine.
Wow, that IS a long comment for naught :0) And I thought i was being so good at being self righteous…I’m sorry I misunderstood you…I think in addition to my own dealings with this subject, I am just tired of girls liking aggressive Neanderthal types and then wondering why they are never sensitive to their needs, so I was kind of going “say it ain’t so, Sara, say it ain’t so”…I didn’t even read the articles, I pretty much thought I knew who both of them were. Forgive me?