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18 May 2005

So, for those of you in the know, I now have a date for my Date. Cool. And if you’re not in the know, well, ask me, because I’m not going to post that story here.

In other news, our apartment looks like a bomb hit it. A bomb in the form of lots of boxes, furniture in strange places, etc. Ingrid came home today and said, “Wow, every time I come home the house has packed more of itself.” Yeah…I WISH it were packing itself. That would make my life much, Much, MUCH less tiring. Because packing is tiring. And it eats up time like nothing else. I would never have imagined that I could spend so much time without realizing how much time I’d spent, but I can.

Going to see Star Wars tonight, like most of the rest of the free world. Yipes. We’re all here to watch Anakin go to his doom. Doom. Doom. Doom. DOOM. What a strange society we are. Especially my kids. Some of them have been in line since 3, dressed as characters from The Lord of the Rings. Yes, I said The Lord of the Rings and I meant The Lord of the Rings. Crazy kids. And I love them all dearly. But don’t tell them that.

So I should go. Because Anakin is going to his doom, and that’s something that, as a self-respecting American born between 1975 and 1985, I can’t possibly miss.

Oh, and May 28th. Pray for me.

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15 May 2005

I don’t think I’ve ever seen pain like I saw it this weekend. Or if I have seen it, I haven’t been watching it carefully before. I haven’t taken it in.

I watched one sweet friend, who I love dearly, right after her lover broke their engagement. The pain I saw on her face, and that radiated from her when I touched her, and that swam in her eyes even when she was diverted and laughing for a moment, is something I will never forget. The shock she was in was staggaring, but even then the attempts to believe in hope when the world was crashing down around her were amazing, heroic, beautiful. Courage, love, and beauty to you, my friend.

I watched another friend break both of her arms trying desperately to surmount difficult obstacles (in the context of karate). Valiant effort, valiant strength, valiant courage. But the bricks didn’t break and she was broken instead. I watched her leave, pale and slightly green, and come back, and sit, and sit, and sit, to finish what she had started before she went to the hospital. Again, the courage, when nothing was going as she had expected it to, to hang on and even smile. Peace, and a new joy to you.

God is at work. I don’t know how, but he is. Today startled me out of my own little world. I know that I have seen themes of trusting him, loving him, waiting for his gifts, in my own life. What I didn’t know is that what I see in my life is only an echo or a reverberation compared with what is going on in the lives of people I know, no matter how closely or loosely connected I am to them. Yet what happens to me is real. I love the interweaving of lives, and themes, and joys, and sorrows.

And there I will stop, because my heart is tired and my head is rambling. But remember to look, and to watch, and to see.

…me, actually. Well, on Saturday. But this is the first time I’ve had to blog about it, as the entire weekend was entirely full.

Here’s the run-down: On Saturday morning, I got up, found out (via email) that a professor I want to work for next year wants me to work for her, packed a box (because that, apparently, is what I do now), went to karate, had lunch with Fr. David and Stephanie to talk about karate names (and for my birthday), came home and watched the Kentucky Derby on TV (best quote, from a losing jockey, about the winning horse, Giacomo: “And that other horse..Ja…Jock…whatever his name is…”), opened my birthday present from Ingrid, then left to go down to Del Mar to watch a Grand Prix (big horse show: big fences, big horses, big money). It was fun…kind-of random and really cold, but fun. On Sunday, I went to church (no boxes beforehand), came home, went to lunch with my dad who came into town, got my birthday presents (yay for digital cameras), had my computer freeze and called an uberly-helpful friend, unloaded my bedroom furniture out of dad’s van, watched dad drop my bookshelf in the van and crack the wood all up, watched dad glue said bookshelf, moved all my stuff from my current dresser to my new one, took the old dresser outside, showed dad our new house and took pictures with my new camera, discovered that the pictures are too large of files to send from our dial-up connection, switched cars with dad, found out that my mom got gypped (well, sort-of) in the boots she bought me and had to call her and tell her that, then sat at home, watched Monk, and packed another box.

Heather thinks I’m crazy because I’m actually packing my stuff in boxes to move it less than a mile. But boxes stack. In a truck. Since we’re getting a truck, I figured that stacking boxes would be good.

Not much more to say (well, too much, and I’m at work and ought to at least look like I’m working).

…me, actually. Well, on Saturday. But this is the first time I’ve had to blog about it, as the entire weekend was entirely full.

Here’s the run-down: On Saturday morning, I got up, found out (via email) that a professor I want to work for next year wants me to work for her, packed a box (because that, apparently, is what I do now), went to karate, had lunch with Fr. David and Stephanie to talk about karate names (and for my birthday), came home and watched the Kentucky Derby on TV (best quote, from a losing jockey, about the winning horse, Giacomo: “And that other horse..Ja…Jock…whatever his name is…”), opened my birthday present from Ingrid, then left to go down to Del Mar to watch a Grand Prix (big horse show: big fences, big horses, big money). It was fun…kind-of random and really cold, but fun. On Sunday, I went to church (no boxes beforehand), came home, went to lunch with my dad who came into town, got my birthday presents (yay for digital cameras), had my computer freeze and called an uberly-helpful friend, unloaded my bedroom furniture out of dad’s van, watched dad drop my bookshelf in the van and crack the wood all up, watched dad glue said bookshelf, moved all my stuff from my current dresser to my new one, took the old dresser outside, showed dad our new house and took pictures with my new camera, discovered that the pictures are too large of files to send from our dial-up connection, switched cars with dad, found out that my mom got gypped (well, sort-of) in the boots she bought me and had to call her and tell her that, then sat at home, watched Monk, and packed another box.

Heather thinks I’m crazy because I’m actually packing my stuff in boxes to move it less than a mile. But boxes stack. In a truck. Since we’re getting a truck, I figured that stacking boxes would be good.

Not much more to say (well, too much, and I’m at work and ought to at least look like I’m working).

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You are agile and graceful, and have amazing night vision. You tend to
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