I am in my bed, listening to the rain pour outside my window.
I have things to say tonight. I think some pandora radio will help me think and write.
Guess what the first song Pandora wants to play for me tonight?
Rain – Patty Griffin. I wish I could start it over and play it again. I love this song.
My room is basically in the attic part of my house. When I bought the house the upstairs wasn’t exactly finished. The upstairs bathroom had to be almost completely redone, and the floors had to be fixed and there was a lot of painting. The upstairs isn’t connected to the central heating and air. I have a window unit for a/c, which has been strangely enjoyable. I like the noise it makes. But I haven’t done anything about the heat. It gets sort of cold, but if I leave the stairwell door open during the day, it’s not bad. Or it hasn’t been so far.
I guess last night was sort of cold. I woke up with the fluffy headed dog snuggled up all along the lower part of my body. And let me tell you, she puts off a shocking amount of heat for such a small animal. I woke up because I was sweating. How do you tell your sweet dog that you are really sorry she is cold, but that underneath the cozy quilt you are quiet warm and that her body heat is actually throwing off the whole balance of the situation? Y’all wouldn’t believe how much room she takes up on the bed. It is incredible.
Loren and I went to see the Blind Side last week. There is nothing better than a good movie friend. We both agreed that it was a wonderful, enjoyable, real, encouraging and overall excellent movie. We would both like to be Sandra Bullock’s character one day, or at least have her marriage. We laughed, we cried, we left uplifted. Go see it.
Life can be complicated sometimes. Sometimes it’s like the string in a favorite sweater that you shouldn’t pull, but you can’t help it and you pull it anyway, and things are never the same again. Sometimes it’s a tangled necklace, that you are sure you can get untangled with the right tools in the right light without someone looking over your shoulder trying to help. Sometimes, it’s the cupcakes that you didn’t watch, and now the bottoms are black, and you try to cut the bottom off and ice them anyway, but the scorched taste is still there, somewhere, even if you are the only person who notices it.
And sometimes it’s your grandmother’s recipe that you’ve never made before that you wait until Thanksgiving morning to actually cook, knowing that your whole family knows what it is suppose to taste like and that you definitely don’t have time to fix if it is wrong and there is nowhere to hid if it sucks. But it doesn’t suck, it is perfect, and even your most critical relatives want seconds.
It is hard to know how things are going to turn out, even the simple things. Especially the simple things.
So I’m all for complicated. It keeps things interesting.
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You are the best necklace untangler I know. We have 6 strands of snowflakes we bought for the tree two years ago and every year they wind up a knotted mess even if I carefully wrap them the year before. I told Brad last week that unless i handed you the project of untangling them they were done. Sadly we threw them out. I wish I had your patience. I love your complicatedly interesting self.
I’m for either complicated or simple, but nothing in between.
A thing should be complicated if you intend to focus on it, but simple if it’s not. For instance, my wardrobe should be simple, but my plan for stalking a deer should be needlessly complex with intricate contingencies for changes in the wind.