North Carolina

I didn’t really mean to take a vacation from blogging. It just happened. My mind went creatively blank. Work became a nightmare of which I will spare you all the details. Eric and I went to North Carolina to celebrate my little niece’s third birthday (we were the party. It won’t be that way forever). And that is what this post is about.

Also….I have been thinking a lot. Thinking about the books I am reading (really good ones: The Culture of Narcissism, Orthodoxy, and A Prayer for Owen Meany)…and our culture, generational things, why people blog. WHY PEOPLE BLOG. I am reading into things, probably. But the whole “why do people blog. Why do I blog?” really gets me. It sometimes makes me want to burn my blog and then take a picture of the ashes and post that somewhere on the Internet…not my blog. But I am still processing.

So back to what this post is really about (I’ll get back to the above all-consuming questions at some point. Probably after I am married and work isn’t quite so nightmarish.):

Driving to Durham is one of my faaaavorite things to do with Eric. We sing and talk and listen to audio books and sing cheesy, impromptu duets with his auto-tune app. It’s great fun. And sometimes, and this I don’t really like (Mom, don’t read this part), Eric can’t contain himself when a really good guitar solo comes up in a song, and he makes me (and I do mean makes me) take the wheel for “his guitar solo”. I yell until he finishes air-guitarring.

Eric and I decided: there is no better cure for forgetting all about work and the stress of life, than reading books to two precious, eager little girls. We did a lot of reading this weekend.

(Eric has all the good pictures…so maybe those will be posted later….)

Good morning, Supreme Court

This morning when my alarm went off at 6:00, the only thing that got me into my tennis shoes and bounding down the front steps before the sun had risen, was my desire to prove to myself that I am a motivated person.

I was prepared to stay in bed and read, or possibly fall back asleep for an hour, until the thought occurred to me that I might be losing drive and motivation to be productive in the mornings. Whether or not that was a rational fear really doesn’t matter at this point. The moment I stepped outside and felt the cool breeze against my skin, I made solumn vows of doing this more often.

DC is magical in the morning. And as I was bending over my tennis shoes and tying my laces I told myself, “I’ll just walk to the Supreme Court and back.” And then it hit me how cool my walking path is. The JenEric honeycomb is just outside of DC, so I only have 7 more weeks left of being minutes away from national monuments…

This is so true: No human being believes that any other human being has a right to be in bed when he himself is up.  ~Robert Lynd

This made me laugh: Early morning cheerfulness can be extremely obnoxious.  ~William Feather
This made me mock the former quote: You can only come to the morning through the shadows.  ~J.R.R. Tolkien

What gets you up in the morning?
(Look at the moon in the picture on the far left!! I stopped in my tracks when I saw it.)

More rain, more thoughts. A string of them, to be exact.

What is it about the rain that makes me take a deep breath and feel that all is right with the world? Last night on my walk home from work, the guy in front of me was telling the girl next to him how much the rain made him feel depressed.

This I do not understand.

But about this rain, there is sure a lot of it out here on the east coast.

It’s making me feel cozy and safe. It makes me want to stare at this picture all day:

(While listening to this song.)

(And that video is making this dress look especially appealing.) (But with this belt.)

It makes coming across this quote again all the more spine-tingling: 

“A child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of life. Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but He has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.” -G.K. Chesterton
Happy Thursday, blog friends. Whether it’s raining or not where you are, I hope it is a good day.

A trio of quotes on this rainy day

Does the rain make you contemplative, too?
1) Two years ago today, this was my facebook status: “If I don’t hear back from the senator by Friday I will be joining the Convent. This is my facebook promise.”

Thankfully, I got a call before Friday and I am not blogging from a convent. My new plan is to join the convent if Eric dies. I’ve already made that clear to him. The convent has always been my back up plan. And I am dead* serious about it. An Anglican convent, by the way. Is that weird?

What is your back up plan?

2) “To say the very thing you really mean, the whole of it, nothing more or less or… other than what you really mean; that’s the whole art and joy of words.” -Till We Have Faces

I can’t get enough of C.S. Lewis. If I quote him 54,902 more times on this blog, I am sorry. I honestly cannot help myself. But isn’t that so very true? It is so difficult to say just what you mean.

3) There is wisdom in this:

  People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered.  Forgive them anyway.

            If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives.  Be kind anyway.

            If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies.  Succeed anyway.

           If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you.  Be honest and sincere anyway.

            What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight.  Create anyway.

            If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous.  Be happy anyway.

            The good you do today, will often be forgotten.  Do good anyway.

         Give the best you have, and it will never be enough.  Give your best anyway.

         In the final analysis, it is between you and God.  It was never between you and them anyway.”

– Mother Teresa

*By “dead” I mean 64% sure
The good picture is from here.