7 Super Quick and Boring Takes

7 Super Quick and Boring Takes February 12, 2016

This has been a crazy week. Time for some quick takes because speed is of the essence.

One
I haven’t been sleeping well because of the puppy who has turned into actually a kind of big (relatively) dog. He sleeps on one side of me and the other dog, Ash, sleeps on the other, both of them leaning solidly in so that I am pinned to my place. When I try to move they grumble and so I lie awake, overheating, cursing the darkness. Then I drag around all day, tired and sad that I will never sleep again. I think it would be nice if the dogs would sleep with some of the many children. Every night I vow to lock them in with someone else and then I forget, only to wake in the night angry and hot.
Two
Let the record show that children are difficult by ages. Here are the difficult ages for children: eleven months, three through four, five, and nine through eleven. Of course the child doesn’t appear to experience any actual difficulty, it is the people around the child who have to wrangle with sour attitudes, tattling, legalism, self righteousness, laziness, I could go on. It’s ok, though, they’re called “stages” and everybody gets over them.
Three
I’ve gotten to the point in Jeremiah where he’s been flung into the cistern and has sunk down into the mud. It must have been terribly depressing, down there. It’s interesting how many actual pits there are in the bible. It’s not just a metaphor for a crumby life or a bad situation.
Four
Hadn’t ever made that thing where you do sausages in the bottom of the pan and then Yorkshire Pudding over the top. What is that called? Toad in a Hole? Or Pigs in a Coverlet? What’s with animals as food names? Anyway, it was delicious, and it only took a millisecond to throw together. Pity I’m trying to back away from the carbs.

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Five
For lent this year I was going to try to complain less about the work I’m supposed to be doing. I decided not to cut out all complaining because, well, I’m not God am I. But I have been avoiding cleaning up all these Sunday School lessons that I keep going on about, and I’m supposed to be plugging away slowly at my book. But every day, after all the school is done and lying in ruins around my ears, I sit at my desk and just look at the stacks of paper and don’t do anything. And then I mutter about it to every single person I come across. So, I thought I would try to stop doing that. So far lent is three days old and I haven’t touched the work, but I also haven’t complained about about not touching the work. I know, the level of my personal holiness is almost too much for any of us to bear.
Six
Here is a picture of a child on Shrove Tuesday. I think you can call that kind of party a success. Wanted to leave it on and have the ashes applied over it the next day, as a metaphor for reality, but sense prevailed and we managed to get most of it off before bed.

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Seven
I’m supposed to be talking at out local InterVarsity chapter tonight and so I must stop doing this and work on that because I also have to shove some kids through their school today, and I should try wiping some grime off my kitchen. It’s been one of those weeks, where the number of activities exceeded the amount of time it would have required to de-grime the kitchen, but suddenly it feels like a health hazard, so, it’s definitely time for me to get off the internet for a few minutes.

Have a lovely weekend and go read more interesting takes!

 


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