Bible Study @ Inklings Bookshop

Bible Study at Inklings Bookshop

Since I'm on a roll all of a sudden with the technology, here's the regular crew for our Saturday morning read through. We average about 10 chapters a week here, outloud, and we're almost through Numbers. Thank Goodness. There's a lot to glean, and we feel very well informed about sacrifices and heave offerings and grain offerings, and we've started tying in New Testament applications (Like Paul's reference in Philippians to a drink offering, or Romans' Christ as the firstfruits), but we're ready to get back to the adventure. The Pentateuch is rather repetative. Moses wasn't much of a writer. The Jackson's Sports Bar leg of the study should finish out the last five chapters so we're ready for Deuteronomy next week at Inklings.

Oh, and that's Denise, Johanna, and me. Sometimes we have Nathaniel and Julie too.

Drunkard's Path

Drunkard's Path

So, using the scraps from the Grandmother's Flower Garden, and bits from my Yo-yo quilt (in progress) I've started a new quilt. Since one must have several craft projects going at once, so one can trade out when one gets bored. That's a lot of ones.

Getting Reaquainted

Getting Reacquainted

Last night, after I got off work, I got a phone call. It was Steve! We talked for about an hour. Lots of "what have you been up to since 1988" and then comparing our favorite books. He's trying to get a paper published on an analysis of a Robert Frost poem, and how it homages the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. He's also writing a one act play.

It was great to talk to him. Afterwards, I went to the folks house for a craft night, which didn't happen. Instead we all sat on the floor and sorted through our old photo collection, trying to find pictures from preschool and kindergarten. No luck -- they're all on slides. But Allie found my class picture from then, which I've posted below. Weren't we adorable?

Courtesy of the Tooth Fairy

Courtesy of the Tooth Fairy

My Real Smile

I have very few photos with my "real smile."

Other Cute Pictures of Me

I loved to wear dresses so I could twirl

Steven and Rachel

Steven Pedersen and Me, Kindergarten class photo

The Ups and Downs of a Rollercoaster

The Ups, Downs and Sudden Shocks of a Wooden Rollercoaster

Yesterday was quite the day. Nothing very formidable happened on the surface. Prayer Breakfast. They sang the song I loathe with an all consuming passion. (Walking and talking with my MIIIIIIND...SEEEEEETTTT on Jesus) No Amazing Grace to the tune of the Gilligan's Island Themesong. That borders on sacriligious.

I tried to get my oil changed, but Goodyear was backed up until Tuesday at 3:00. I'll drop my car off on the way back from St. Pauls and walk back to the Lighthouse. I can walk back after I close the shop. It's utterly convenient to live within a mile of all three major jobs, several favorite restaurants, church, and a used bookstore. Once the weather warms up again, I'll start walking more places.

I worked a full day, no teaching to break things up. Tessa and I priced the latest load at the front counter where it's warm. I put myself close enough to the heater to smell warm clothing particles all afternoon. Tessa is amazing. She is so smart, reads all the time, had all sorts of scholarships to colleges, graduated at 16, and was published several times as a teenager. Then a couple of bad decisions left her on welfare years later. She's about my age. We talked about what she'd do if she could do anything, and money and current situations weren't an object. She wants to go back to school for an English degree. She wants to go abroad for a while. I took my lunch break far later than usual to stay and talk.

I got two emails in a row, one with some bad news, and one with good. I am still grinning over Steve Pedersen showing back up after twenty years. That balanced out the other.

After work I had band practice for Sunday, and then went to Borders to buy a new Cloud and Townsend book that I've been coveting for a couple of weeks now. I'm not a big fan of the "Self-Help" genre, but my counselor in college recommended their "Boundaries" book. It took me a year and another recommendation to actually read it, but it was very good. The new one is good too.

And I'm back to work.

Blast from the Past

Blast from the Past

I had my second thoughts about being on myspace, but today it did what it was supposed to do. I got an email from someone in Southern California. A guy politely introduced himself, saying that he had a girlfriend named Rachel once. They were both in preschool together, and then he moved to California when they were seven. Before he left she drew a picture of him. Could that Rachel possibly be this Rachel. And it was.

I wrote back that I had been madly in love with him in Kindergarten and Preschool, and we must have watched the My Little Pony movie at his house a zillion times. He had a pogo stick, and one of those bouncy planet-with-a-ring balls that you could stand on. I had wondered off and on over the years what had ever become of him. From my memory, he was the nicest guy I've ever known.

I hope he writes back! He was my best friend.

Ledgering Again

Ledgering Again

The first month of accounting sucks. I spent two hours making sure everything balances out between last year and this year, and my purse broke, so I can't carry my spending log around. Basically everything was two weeks behind, and I had one transfer that didn't, luckily I didn't spend the same money twice, and was typical a few years ago when I only checked my bank account balance to see if "I had any money to spend." Usually not, but I spent anyway. So my first month's spending log is done, and my account is up to date, bills paid, and I'm all caught up with a little play money left over!

In a note of rejoicing, I paid off my move finally. I can't move again for a while. This was too expensive. I hope I can write it off.

I have more to write, more observations to make, and some general pithy comments, but I'm yawning my head off. Tomorrow is my long day, so I think I'll turn in very early for me.

Oh, and guess who sorted through 80 boxes of donations in a little over 2 hours? ME. That's who. I did a little dance with a peppy cheer after work when only Nancy and Sam were watching. "Who just sorted the whole d--n load. It's me! It's me!" Complete with choreography.