My Body is a Falling-Down Temple

Day’s Verse:
Jesus went through all the towns and villages, teaching in their synagogues, preaching the good news of the kingdom and healing every disease and sickness.
Matthew 9:35

My nose is a faucet. My eyes are flames. My head is a drum. By throat is sandpaper. My legs are rubber. My desire is sleep. My hope is 5:00; I endure to then.

Blah. A great thing happened this morning, but I have not the oomph to write it out now. Maybe this evening or tomorrow. Pictures of home and wedding will come soon, too. Continue Reading >>

400 Miles by the Odometer

Day’s Verse:
And immediately an angel of the Lord struck him because he did not give God the glory, and he was eaten by worms and died.
Acts 12:23 (context)

In the Cleveland airport we saw a monk. At least, we saw a guy in sandals, a rough brown robe tied with a rope that dangled down and had beads on it, a crucifix, and a red skull cap perched on his shaved head. This made me think: The Flying Monk. It sounds like a young adult novel, or maybe a London pub.

When I grew into early teenagehood and began to experience all the zits and priviliges that come therewith, my mother promised I would outgrow them. I would like to know, 10 years later, when does one outgrow such blemishes? But I already know the answer, and would have long ago if I had been a savvier teenager: Looking at my parents, I will never outgrow them. So now I tell myself I will have “youthful-looking” skin at age 50. Continue Reading >>

Sock Drawer + Sleep For Days

Day’s Verse:
I will refresh the weary and satisfy the faint
Jeremiah 31:25

My first thought this morning: So this is what it feels like to be hit by a truck. I cannot confirm the accuracy of this thought, never having actually had a truck flatten me, but I definitely think this feeling would give that experience a run for its money — barring the broken bones, of course.

This thought stems from a day of endless travel following a very late-feeling night, which was precluded by several other late-feeling nights in succession (a cookie to anybody who figured out what I was saying there). I greatly enjoyed my time at home, which proved deliciously relaxing despite the jaggedness of our sleeping schedule. Most of the weekend I spent with my parents, going for walks to the Yakima Fruit Stand, taking pictures, and playing with seven-month-old Kallie Alford. Continue Reading >>

Chocolate-Frosted Donuts and a Non-Sunrise

Day’s Verse:
In my Father’s house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you.
John 14:2 (context)

Back in Washington until Monday, when we fly out excruciatingly early… to return to work on Tuesday. We arrived Thursday afternoon and I have:

  • Eaten at Kidd Valley
  • Hung out with Ben and Lisa
  • Gone to Seattle before sunrise to take pictures (the sun less rose, opting instead to simply lighten the dense cloud cover around it as the morning wore on. But West Seattle still charmed me as usual)
  • Spent an afternoon with the Fergusons and their Australian friends
  • Gone for a walk with Jane in luxuriously warm, sunny weather through the neighborhood of my childhood
  • Played with the dog (and gotten bitten by her)
  • Taken a bath in my parents’ luxuriously deep bathtub
  • Woken up at 4:00 and then 6:45, after going to bed at 8:15 and 9:30, respectively (Massachusetts time will hurt when we return; coming home is always easier to adjust to)
  • Read our familiar Seattle Times comics each morning, as it should be
  • Had good quality talking time with both my parents
  • Finished reading Miss Misery and started The Language of God
  • Peed in a filthy mens room with no doors on the stalls (but which did, at least, provide toilet paper)
  • Seen a half-dozen Washington State Ferries traversing to and fro on the Puget Sound

Before all this, about an hour before our flight home out of TF Green, we (in desperation) bought two chocolate-frostinged donuts from the only open store in the whole airport: Dunkin Donuts. This raises the question: If you were to put two chocolate-frosted donuts into a bag together, how would you do it? Continue Reading >>

Many Happy Returns*

Day’s Verse:
What God has cleansed, no longer consider unholy.
Acts 10:15

WPI FountainToday has many things to celebrate.

1. Three years blogging!

That’s right, mateys (I missed it officially, sorry), I have posted on this blog, in some form or another, since September 19, 2003. I like to think the writing content and style, and blog design have all improved since then.

2. Last day of work for a week!

Tomorrow morning Ian and I leave at 3:00 am to fly home to celebrate Caitlyn’s wedding.

3. Last bike ride for at least 24 hours! Continue Reading >>

Train Station Characters

Day’s Verse:
So the church throughout all Judea and Galilee and Samaria enjoyed peace, being built up; and going on in the fear of the Lord and in the comfort of the Holy Spirit, it continued to increase.
Acts 9:31

The Scooter Guy. He putters up on his red scooter, looking a little to large for its small wheels. He takes care to lock his sweet ride securely to the metal railing. With equal care, if less adeptness, he drapes its gleaming body with a gray, scooter-shaped tarp to maintain its glossy finish. His large girth, blue button-down shirt and khakis, commute into Boston, and coffee all point towards an SUV, but he belies all these indicators. Continue Reading >>