I went to Copper last night because I had reservations at 7:45. Come to find out, my reservations were for tonight. Oops, details. 23 and 24 are only one digit off. My affinity for 23 must be linked to Michael Jordan's UNC jersey. This "mistake" demonstrates that I bleed Carolina blue. I am Tar Heel born and bred, and I like my Indian cuisine on Friday nights... not Saturday. I really enjoyed the food and ambiance. The spices were funky and aromatic. It tasted like the recipes called for half a teaspoon of perfume (in a good way). I had fun loading my fork with the different flavors. The pungent with the warm and sweet. Of course, hanging out with M is always fun times. But, last night eating dinner was playful and adventurous (adjectives I reserve for outdoor activities for the most part).
I love my hairstylist. He rocks! I was in one craptastic mood as I drove to his shop and came out smiling. It's bizarre the relational connection you make with your stylist; it's similar to the imprinting and bonding that takes place between a cub and mama bear. There's a necessary level of trust: please don't make me look like a complete dufus. We talked military and Obama. We talked racism in America. We talked about the proportion of the population with curly and straight hair-- it's a continuum with few people on the edges. We talked TMI; he related his conversation with his doctor about Viagra (I got both their takes on 4 hour erections). This led into his monologue on marriage, which hinged on St. Paul's exhortation to refrain unless you're too weak (and he's not even Christian, but "Paul is on to something). We talked how different siblings can be. Et cetera, I guess this is bottom of the barrel when it comes to subject matter. But, heck, I use lesson plans as material. Reader, congratulations, you have a fabulously rich inner life to be able to stomach... I mean, appreciate, this.
It's official: I'm a paperbackswap.com fan! I've mailed 6 books (Voss, Velvet Elvis, Electric Acid Kool Aid Test, Special Topics in Calamity Physics, Go Put Your Strengths to Work, and Getting From College to Career), and received 2 (Holy The Firm and Living By Fiction both by Annie Dillard). I picked up Holy The Firm and got sucked into the first topic. I had to pry myself away from the book so that I could plan lessons (don't worry if they're really good, which they probably will be, I'll share the lessons' highlights). It's full of the kind of sentences that you wish were a bubble bath so that you could soak in them or a savory soup that was stewing on your cooktop for eight hours (you get to chop the vegetable, then smell it long before you get to eat it-- the whole process enjoyable). Warm, luxurious, nourishing, refreshing. I'm a big fan, and you should join because I want to swap books with YOU!
Deuteronomy. Church. Prayer. Friendship. Angst. Questions... always questions. Doxology. Logic. Worry. Pain. Grace. My spiritual life feels like a sea of verbs and these nouns are the islands on which I land. But, the two important things I learned in Seminary are that God is good and God is powerful. Biblical theology is messy, which is why it resonates with us, I guess.
I sewed straight seams in my vest today. I only had one major mistake that took about 25 minutes to correct. Go, me. I overlapped material. But, I'm excited about my vest. I was nonplussed at first about a vest. The only one I own is NorthFace. I don't consider myself a vest person. But, this vest is a vest I could grow to love. It's going to be nice. G makes me do all these details that go far beyond what the Guide Sheet instructs you to do. It takes longer, but my last couple of pieces are quality. The vest is going to look sharp and professional and be comfortable.
Somewhat linked, I've been gravitating to fashion blogs, specifically the kind where women dress on a budget. They're fun to read (funny and fiesty) and have excellent ideas. I need to get a digital camera for my blog. My blog is the only pictureless blog, which is blah. I think pictures would improve my readership (everybody wouldn't have to have as rich an inner life).
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