4,040 pages of reading material I got from the library yesterday. Ian took one look and said, “I don’t think you’ll be able to finish all those in 30 days.” A little quick math tells me that I just need to read about 140 pages a day and I’ll have no trouble. Granted, that’s probably two hours of concentrated reading per day, and it’s true I have already filled up my schedule pretty comprehensively with Benji, biking, and work. But hey, what’s life without a little challenge?
Blooming! I think it’s time to fertilize again, though. Lots of buds on the camellia, more than ever before. I’m so thrilled when plants survive my tender loving care.
Yogurt face, he’s got the cutest little yogurt face… There was oatmeal and cinnamon in this yogurt, and although he made a “SOUR!!” face every time I gave him a spoonful, Benji kept nomming away at it. That whole fat yogurt ought to fatten him right up.
Today was the first day I hung laundry out to dry this year. Hooray! It’s a sign of spring and hope for more warm, laundry-drying weather to come. Also I love the feel and smell of air-dried laundry: so fresh and crisp and extra-clean. I think the sunshine adds a little extra zip to clean clothes… Or maybe it’s just the satisfaction of having used renewable, green energy to dry our stuff. Who knows. But I love it.
It’s just been a busy few days. Last week it seemed like the days filled up so fast, I couldn’t catch up. There was work, bike training, and Benji — my life feels full.
I’m enjoying the bits I’m learning about the finance stuff for my job. It’s very reminiscent of my time with Charles River, in that both industries are heavily federally regulated and involve lots of paperwork. Apparently that appeals to me, because as I’ve started to do a bit of work for Laurie, it’s felt like coming back to a career I’m suited for. I’m interested and excited to learn more.
If you don’t know what you’re doing, pray to the Father.
Okay, it’s true: I haven’t posted a blog for well over a week, and I don’t have any good excuses. Every time I sit down to and open up a blank post, I think, “What do I have to say? Nothing interesting has happened to me lately. I haven’t thought anything interesting lately. Better wait until I have an original thought or experience.”
As it turns out, that’s a ridiculous fallacy. If I decide to stay at home and wait for something to happen, or to come up with an original thought, I’ll be waiting for…ever, probably. Without engaging in the world, I’ll just end up a mental backwater, stagnant and boring.
There’s an opportune time to do things, a right time for everything on the earth:
A right time for birth and another for death…