I love fall
vacations in Hawaii. The weather has cooled down a bit, there's usually at least a little rain, and much of the crowd on the beach and in the restaurants is gone. Waves are bigger, sunsets seem more beautiful, and the breezes are refreshing. Since the sunbathing part is very unimportant to me, it's the ideal mix. This trip was eight nights, one of which was punctuated with a spectacular fireworks display right outside our 29th floor balcony over the water! It was the perfect honeymoon for the father and mother of the bride...
The initial dust has settled from Tuesday's election but the spin never stops, from either camp. Show us the money, folks...rather, show us that you're cutting up the credit cards and closing down the do-gooder programs that have bled us dry. Dry is not a strong enough word. Dessicated.
And is this
a metaphor, or what?
Did quite a bit of cooking yesterday. I can't tell you how good it feels to do that...sometimes I can't stand long enough to finish even one dish, but yesterday I got quite a lot accomplished before I had to have someone pull food out of the oven and get it served. Hopefully, someday I'll be able to see it all the way through :-)
Finally--I started my Christmas shopping. I never wait this late and I'm usually nearly finished by now. But this year there were other things that filled October, and while I don't regret a bit of the time it all took, I am relieved to be back on a Christmas to-do list!
Last week while traveling and relaxing, I listened to more of Dickens' Nicholas Nickleby, read some more (aloud with The Papa) of Blue Shoes and Happiness, finished Somewhere More Holy by Tony Woodlief and Sarah's Key by Tatiana de Rosnay, and started Carol Kent's Between a Rock and a Grace Place, a serendipity gift from my bestie. I'd read ANYthing by Carol Kent.
Another Warren computer bit the dust this week. Ugh. So that and a replacement for our second refrigerator are on my list for the next week or so.
It's 50 degrees in my bedroom right now, and I'm sitting up in bed with a cold Diet Coke. I know, sick.
This year, we will break with our much-loved Thanksgiving traditions for a much-needed breather. Most of us will be going to Fort Worth to celebrate the holiday with our extended families there, including my mother who is getting more fragile with each year. I will cherish the chance to be with her.
This morning's sermon, from John 7:37-39, focused on what it means to come to Christ and drink from His living water. It was very moving to me, one of the best sermons I've ever heard. Made me genuinely sad to hear our pastor say, "In closing...."
And from one of the morning's hymns:
Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.
("Our God, Our Help in Ages Past", lyrics by Isaac Watts)
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