So I’m back. I like this blogging thing, but I do wonder if I have what it takes to keep this going. I’m not even sure who reads anymore (anyone?), but I do get so much pleasure out of others’s blogs, I’m going to have another go at mine.
I’m not sure why I left it so long. It’s not like I don’t have anything to say. Silence has never been one of my strong points. I must tell you a story in passing. Not long after we first got married, we were driving somewhere and listening to our favourite cd at the time, U2’s ‘Vertigo’. There is a song on it with a line that goes something like this: I want to step inside your head and spend the day there, hear all the things you never said, and see what you might see.’ In a romantic, newly-wed daze, I turned to my husband and said,
“Would you like to step inside my head and spend the day there?” thinking what a lovely, romantic notion this was. He replied,
“Well, not really. It wouldn’t be a holiday.” Lucky for him, I’ve got a great sense of humour and this made me laugh out loud. He is not one to pander to my whims. I like to talk, a lot. I have assured him that only about 50% of what is in my mind comes out of my mouth, though. I’m not sure if he is relieved or worried by this.
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This has been a droopingly hot, hot summer, one of the hottest I can remember. When you get day after relentless day of temperatures in the high 30s and early 40s, and nights that do not cool below 30 until about 5am, it saps any semblance of life and energy out of your body, and leaves your mind a tired, inspirationless blob. At least, that’s my excuse. We are so thankful to have a/c, but it is only one little box on the wall in the living area, and the bedroom and this room remain sweaty-hot. The weather broke about four days ago, and it is utter bliss to pull one’s duvet up to one’s chin, and sleep deeply, in the cool of night. Everything is more pleasant: preparing a meal, putting on make-up, watering the plants – all without a little trickle of sweat running down one’s back. Ugh. I am not a summer girl. You can imagine what school is like in this weather. Hot, teenage bodies, after a lunchtime spent running around on the oval or playing basketball. The smell!
I am loving being part-time. I get so much joy out of working on the stuff for church, and my Thursday play-day. It is delicious to wake up on a Thursday morning and have nothing to do, nowhere to go, except where pleases me. Love it! We have been very busy with church stuff, which is demanding but I am in awe at all the Lord is doing. I ache with love for Him and His ways.
In other news, we have been house-hunting. This is an exercise of faith, as the prices around here are unbelievable. I just know that God is going to do something miraculous for us. It would take both of us working full time, even with my husband’s excellent income, to afford to buy anything resembling a decent 3 x 1 home. I am so relaxed about this. I know we will get something good.
One of my favourite movies (at least when I was a teen) is Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. The phrase that is often coined from this film is ‘Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you may miss it.’ It occurs to me that we often do a lot of living and not a lot of looking. Writing is my way of stopping to have a look. Pausing for a moment – to think, contemplate, reflect, evaluate. Not to mention a time to sit for a while!
I think I’d like to get back to blogging. My aim for this blog is that it will be a little more open, a place where I don’t mind being ‘discovered’ by those in ‘real life’. If you are from real life, welcome! Old friends and new, welcome.
