seven quick takes

We seem to be getting up later and later in the mornings, one because of the cold, and two because we keep not sleeping. Elphine broke the plug on the laptop she hauls into her cubby every night and so we were confronted not with throw up or bad dreams but an inconsolable ten year old who couldn’t go to sleep and who, at 3am clumped down to try to sleep on the couch. Her not sleeping produced not sleeping in Marigold who screamed from ten to eleven in some kind of rage. “She won’t let me turn off the light,” complained Elphine.
“What is she? In charge of this room? She’s not three yet. You’re ten. You don’t have to do what she says.” This seemed a totally novel idea and I have no idea if it will go on to impact our future life together.

Wednesday was Good Shepherd’s 112th Harvest Dinner. I sometimes wonder what our children would be like without this dinner. It really defines who they are as people–the acquiring of vast plates of food with no reference to me, the pie, the juice, the army of friends to careen around the church with. Three or four ladies were shocked to find me Not Pregnant. Laughed with them about how crazy it all is.

The Harvest Dinner and then it being our Shepherd’s Bowl week totally ruined our school life. Last night, while not sleeping, took a dismal and irrational look at my ability to succeed in life and discovered myself to have failed at everything. Finally read news headlines to make myself feel better. I mean, at least I’m not Brittany Spears. So there’s that.

Or Honey Boo Boo. Whatever that counts for. If yo don’t think we’re in serious civilizational decline, meditate on the phenomenon of Honey Boo Boo and the ubiquitous nature of the Styrofoam coffee cup and start saving for that generator after all.

Maybe feeling more apocalyptic than usual because I just finished Ezekiel and Daniel this week. Can’t read Daniel seriously because of The Theatrical Tapes of Leonard Thynn. And also, was so distracted during Ezekiel that came away feeling the book was sort of a mess. Obviously need to go back over it with a concentrated mind.

Wish Matt would preach through Ezekiel.  But he wants to preach through the New Testament before he dies, so he really doesn’t have time to take on Ezekiel. Although we’re finally going at a break neck speed through Mark–20 verses last Sunday, 20 or so this Sunday. Probably only another year and a half in Mark.

I will say, Sunday after Sunday, I’m so grateful to be married to a man whose preaching I enjoy. In boarding school all the staff took turns preaching and on particularly bad days I would watch the wife of the foundering preacher and wonder what kind of encouraging and helpful feedback she could possibly offer. Would imagine all sorts of possible conversations. I’m such a bad person.

And on that note, I guess I’ll brave this rain laden day and see about breakfast. Have a lovely weekend and don’t forget to check out Jen!