i'm happy that i can still enjoy this song, even though the words no longer hold the meaning they once had for me.
so what has shnn been up to?
well, obviously working too much (granny would say i've been "too busy to even wipe my hiney" -- gotta love those family colloquialisms). but it looks like a solution is in the works (even if it means giving up editing for a while). this means i'll have clean laundry again, i can actually start reading again, and maybe i'll stop dreaming about work nightly.
i feel like i can breathe again, unwind the curl of stress in my stomach....
and say again that things are good.
things are good.
last weekend i spent the night in cleburne w/ my grandparents. i cooked chili for sunday after-church dinner in an attempt to spare gran the effort and expense of cooking -- she of course prepared a roast anyway. we stayed up late saturday night, and i quizzed them on their past. their lives are ripe with incredible stories. when i asked what her favorite memory is, she told me it's the day she got saved, when her friend blackie dragged them to a tent revival. papa told me how he was called to the ministry (he heard voices when he prayed, urging him towards that life -- and at a revival the evangelist called him up to preach). before that he worked in the shipyard near new orleans.
we got us a good giggling lesson (meaning we had a good long conversation punctuated by laughter) and i retired to the small room she'd cleaned out for me (it's usually the storage space for xmas presents). yep, that's a doll in pink standing next to a gun case there.
church sunday was interesting. i went to the old folks sunday school class, where the tiny lady behind the podium laid a little fire and brimstone on us; then praise and worship in the sanctuary and children's church with my cousins.
we had us a good visit; everyone liked my chili (despite the lack of meat). papa managed to save a sick jack russell puppy, and i fell in love with their goat dog all over again.
a great visit overall.
lunch with mom on tuesday for her actual birthday,
work work work,
a crazy tummyache, floor swept, bathtub clean and five stitches later, i sort of had a breakdown and fled to austin for a 24-hour trip that put me back in a space of peace and calm.
went to a bookstore, wandered the city streets by car, listened to stories, talked politics, ate well, came back for the IR Gallery sculpture opening (if only i had 4K!) and here i sit in post-meet the press musings, lake woebegone coming from my speakers, the almost-autumn day wafting through the loft that i'll now clean.
the day is good.