I confess that I love pop-tarts despite the fact that they have to be just about the worst food you could possibly put into your body. I can’t help it. I love them. My favorite pop-tarts in order would be Chocolate, Strawberry, Smores, and Cherry. I try to only let myself eat them 3-4 times a year–usually when I’m on vacation or a retreat. I confess that I’m having one right now, s’mores flavored, and it’s really good. It’s a leftover from a hiking trip w/my kids. I confess that s’mores has to be one of the stranger spellings for a word I’ve ever seen.
I confess that my garden is growing like crazy, but still not yielding like crazy. My tomatoes are growing so fast they’ve overcome the strength of the little wire cylinders I used to prop them up. In an attempt to keep the vines off the ground I started using stakes and string. This method has worked so far, but I must have knocked a good 35 tomatoes off the vines. I confess that every time I work in the garden I get chigger bites on my ankles. Bug spray seems to be somewhat ineffective in warding off these annoying little buggers.
I confess that I have been playing or practicing golf instead of running everyday. I confess that I’m just going to call this “cross-training” and give myself a pass.
I confess that it creeps me out a little bit when I visit a website and the banner advertisements are all concerning products I’ve recently viewed online. We have some needs concerning music gear at the church, so I was price shopping some gear online. Now, every webpage I visit has pictures of guitar amplifiers.
I confess that I read Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell last week. It’s the second time I’ve read through this book, this time on audiobook. Gladwell read it himself. I confess that I am getting a bit hooked on listening to an author read their own work via audiobook. It started with John Jeremiah Sullivan reading Pulphead. Then I went to Gladwell. Both were books I read in print. Both were completely different experiences when listening to the audio book as read by the author. I have several special requests that I’m quite certain will never happen: 1) Wendell Berry reading Jayber Crow. 2) Stanley Hauerwas reading Hannah’s Child, and 3) Chaim Potok reading My name is Asher Lev.I confess that our family watched The Secret Life of Walter Mitty last night and it was really good. My boys and I had a really good talk after the movie about having the courage to take risks and to engage the world around us. I don’t want them to grow up playing it safe. I feel like I might have done this too much, especially when I was young.
I confess that more than ever, the summer schedule at the Suttle house has been late to bed, late to rise. I’m struggling to make 5:30 am wake-up these days, mostly owing to the fact that I started reading The Half-Blood Prince to my boys & we stay up till 10:30 reading it every night, usually after watching the Royals, hitting golf balls, or some other family activity. To do the 5:30 am wake-up well, I really have to be in bed by 10pm, I confess that I’m starting to think that if I’m going to keep getting up at 5:30, I might need to move lunch to 11:15, and dinner to 5:30. That way I’ll still have some semblance of an evening during which to engage w/the kids and with Kristin. Anybody ever moved your whole day forward like that?
I confess that it feels like summer is already coming to a close. I’ve been having so much fun w/Kristin and the boys. I don’t want it to be over, even if I’m not getting any sleep. I love that when I stop by home to grab a bite to eat they are here. When I work from home for an afternoon, they are here. I can play hooky from work for an afternoon and go play golf with them. I think I need to find ways to do this during the year when they have 1/2 day school, or days off. I confess that this will involve advanced planning and discipline–neither of which are a strong suit for me. I think my favorite thing about summer is seeing them wake up all squinty eyed with raspy voices in no particular hurry to do anything.
I confess that I’m still procrastinating certain writing projects.
Okay friends, that’s my confession. Time for yours: