Saturday, June 20, 2009

"All The World's A Stage..."



Thanks, Jaime. I think this is hilarious. It reminds me of Shakespeare's words (was it in "As You Like It"?) "All the world's a stage, and the men and women are merely players" (or something like that).

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Random Summer Thoughts:

Most Importantly: I'm rather thankful that HE intercedes for me. He's "got my back." Fairly (understatement) thankful for that. I wonder what He says to the Father?

Less Importantly: I get rather annoyed with judgemental Christians. They get annoyed too often. Believe me, the irony of this is not lost with me. (See "Most Importantly" above.)

Zero Importance Whatsoever: Do you think it's possible that "Please" is the once singular version of "Plea" that has morphed into a new "appropriate" plural word? Because I'm beginning to think I shouldn't teach my kids to "plea" for what they want. Instead, maybe they should be more "Austenian" in their approach. Eg: "It would delight me greatly if....," or "I would be most grateful if...."

Addendum: Lovin' Kanakuk and "I'm Third."

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Plundering English Villages

I have come to the poignant realization that I do not like an empty house. I'm not sure that I ever will enjoy solitude the way I should. My idea of solitude is sitting on a beach surrounded by strangers. This gives me quiet time, but it also gives me a false sense of security. EVERYONE loves a good fictitious sense of safety. All four of my children are gone, so I have been restaurant hopping in order to read a book and write a few lines. What does this mean for my golden years? I may indeed become a Golden Girl. Have my children EVER all been away from home for more than two hours at the same time? Indeed, they have not.


This, my friends, is history in the making. I feel like I should be crying or having a bunch of personal epiphanies, but instead, I'm just sort of in a state of shock. Nevertheless, I keep looking at that to-do-list and checking things off one at a time.


I know no one really cares, but in case there is just ONE SOUL that is listening, let me say that RUSSIAN LITERATURE is just simply amazing. I don't know. The psychology of it all just resonates with me. Anna Karenina makes so much sense. It's so... "real."


We're running again. Mr. Clyde, the Viking, is a very big strong man, and I love to watch him dominate the course. I imagine that centuries ago, his ancestors were plundering English villages carrying the goods upon their backs, running like crazy to the ships.