Seven Extremely Boring Takes

One

Marigold was bored and made a little game for herself at church last night.

Two

I have twice forgotten, this week, to make Matt's coffee before collapsing into bed at night. He puts my tea down, in the morning, at six o'clock, or something horrible, kisses me patronizingly on the head, and says, “it's ok that you forgot my coffee. Like Jesus, I am here to serve you with no thought for myself.”

Jerk.

Three

Violence in Mali flaring up again. Pray! Pray! May God do something good!

Four

I wrote one through three two hours ago before toddling off to the Park Diner for breakfast with a friend. We got there before it opened, which was 7. We got there at 6:45. It's a diner. It wasn't open before 7. Is that even allowed? Now I'm sitting here in a coffee induced stupor, trying to understand the way forward with my life. Is there even a meaning to life? What is the purpose of my existence? This is why I don't drink coffee very often. Especially four cups at one time.

Five

I was going to write a sarcastic devotional for angry people this morning instead of doing quick takes but I feel like I've hit a block. To what text do I turn next? Should I labor away on David and Solomon? Should I go forward more quickly and become bogged down in the Psalms? Should I just open the bible and point with my finger? Should I stop worrying about going in order? What is the meaning of my life anyway. Oh no, that was number four.

Six

It's so cold and gray, I am contemplating taking the children to the library. I know this is a stupid thing to do. Really stupid. We haven't been since the Incident of the peeing on the floor and the pulling all the books off the shelf. Maybe it is too early to go back. Maybe we should just read all our own books again. On the other hand, if the sun doesn't come out I'm going to have some kind of emotional break down so maybe we should go. On the other hand, we'd have to all get in the car. On the other hand, we don't ever leave the house….

Seven

Matt bought me a beautiful little flowering tree on Monday and planted it strategically so we can see it from every point in the Garden. It looks tiny and lonely and beleaguered, standing there all by itself. But in fifteen years it should be glorious. It's supposed to come up with pink flowers in the spring and yellow leaves in the fall. We took it in a fit of hope, leaving behind the sensible lower priced tree that a frugal and wise person would buy. But this tree, I'm pretty sure, we needed. We need to have pink flowers in the spring. We need them to cascade down in a sweeping way. Even if it takes fifteen years. By then the church wall should be a quarter covered with ivy.

Go check out Jen! And maybe stay tuned for an angry devotional. Maybe, after I crash from this coffee, The Lord will reveal something truly true and depressing from the scriptures, and then all of our dreams will come true. Srsly, this coffee is what I imagine being high on something would be, if by high you really mean low or maybe shaky or maybe asleep. For heaven sake, go read Jen!