Alive and Thinking

I prefer to come to this blank page with some helpful encouragement for others, some nugget of truth from God's word, some funny story that will make others laugh. Laughing is so healing and helpful for lifting the spirit. But today I'm going to simply log what I've been doing (or maybe what I've been not doing) just so people will know I am alive here in this little box made of ticky tacky in this homogeneous subdivision in the great lakes state of Michigan. You know Michigan- we used to make a lot of car parts and office furniture here. Yep. Right here in the U S of A great state called Michigan.

I've been thinking.

So much that I haven't been very useful. Days go by and the crumbs on the kitchen floor pile up. The ants are quite pleased, though they are drinking plops of poison to round out their meals. I keep waiting for them to not be there in the morning, but each day as I put the kettle on to boil, I am greeted by many tiny poison sucking friends.

Thinking. Thinking about life. Thinking that I need to live more life, because time is going faster. Need to get out there and make an impact. Get out there.

Thinking is taking up most of my time and I'm thinking of giving up on it for a while and just going for a bike ride. But mostly I really need to clean the garage, because we are supposed to be having a graduation open house in there very soon! The idea is that we will make pancakes and bacon for a bunch of family and friends and focus on Fash leaving. Leaving.

I try to think of ways to keep Fash here. But she's excited to get out there. Get out there.

Last night I went with girlfriends to see Anita Renfroe- a comedienne from Texas. She was funny, though I didn't get her southern joke about sweet tea. She talked a lot about women's body parts that sink and sag over the course of time. And how so many thoughts just up and leave our minds, as our ears grow longer.

Earlier this week Fash found a brick of cheddar in the saran wrap drawer. Later the same day Fash came looking for me. I was vacuuming the living room carpet, about 20 mintes after running errands. Fash just wanted to tell me, "don't worry, Mom, I turned the car off for you". After vacuuming, I spent about 40 minutes wandering around our house and property looking for the iced mocha I had been drinking before I started vacuuming. I finally found it on top of the pump house out by the pool. It was no longer icy. That very same day, we received in the mail, a flyer- inviting the residents of our household to a seminar being offered by the local older folks home. The title of the seminar: Know the Signs of Dementia.

Anyway, I'm off now to clean up the garage sale leftovers and mop the kitchen floor- ant poop. I.T. will be painting the concrete pond later this weekend, right after he scrapes the paint from the cracked parts and sands it down a bit. I probably will try to help him in some small, but very meaningful way. We're enjoying our book and diligently working through all the chapters together. It's good. And it is making us laugh actually.

I'm going to be sure to encourage someone today. Feel free to join me in that random act of kindness wherever you are.

Peace and Love (Pilgrim always says that),