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.