Daybook Entry, 2.19.12

An entry inspired by The Simple Woman's Daybook, which I'm writing at 2:05 a.m. on Monday after having a had a three-hour Sunday afternoon nap.

Outside my window...
Pitch black, cold, with invisible snow that was supposedly coming. Winter has just been pretending this year. Meanwhile, the daffodil stems are five inches high and I'm itching to do some major projects, so it must be spring.

I am thinking...
about what I've been reading tonight. It's a book called Forever by Paul Tripp. We aren't made for this world, but for the next--for eternity, and we suffer from what Tripp calls "eternity amnesia". We try to harness on earth what only Jesus and eternity in Heaven can give, but we forget, and so end up trying to pack in everything we can while we're here. We put too many expectations on other people. We overspend, we overeat, we overentertain ourselves.

I am thankful for...

my husband's remarkable improvement in his energy level. He made breakfast, lunch, and dinner yesterday of his own accord, and did likewise today!



From the kitchen...

nothing. Did I mention it's 2 a.m.? But I must say I have been loving to make mashed sweet potatoes lately . It's my new "thang."

I am wearing...

a long-sleeved T-shirt from the American Red Cross with the slogan "It's Hip to Give" on it. Plus a pair of pajama pants in which I have plenty of hip to give. Want some?

I am creating...

a mental list of things to create. I most recently made a scrapbook for my parents for Valentine's Day/ my mom's 70th birthday. It's a collection of 50 years of marriage and their 50th celebration party pictures. She declared it "a treasure that I will go through again and again!"

I am going...

to get my hair cut on Tuesday. This is my last 'do before the wedding, and I am feeling extra pressure. I shouldn't. I should sit back and relax, as always. It's not like I'm the bride or anything, right? Change my style or keep it the same, only shaped up and trimmed a bit?

I am reading...

see above. I just finished one called The Reluctant Fundamentalist. Oh, my goodness, was that ever a page-turner. It's about a Pakistani who lives in America long enough to attend Princeton and get a lucrative job in New York shortly after 9/11, and who has a romantic relationship with someone whose old boyfriend dies but is still very much alive in her mind, to a crippling point. The narrator both loves and is angered by America, and his perspective is definitely thought-provoking, yet disturbing at places. The end becomes an unexpected thriller. The only caveat to reading this is that there is an intimate scene between young lovers--TMI for the unmarried person, I would say. When I picked up the book, I plunged right into chapter one, not realizing it was a novel. That made the ending quite a spine-tingler!

I am hoping...

to regain an interest in spiritual things soon. I've become lukewarm.

I am hearing...

just the hum of the computer and the clicking of my nails on the keys.

Around the house...

I just did an intervention on my bedroom. It had a drug problem. (Things got drug in there and needed to be drug back out.)

One of my favorite things...

is the anticipation of going shopping for a piece of jewelry. I love bling and want something to go with my dress for the wedding.

A few plans for the rest of the week...

Tomorrow is another day off school. We had off Friday, too, since we haven't any snow days yet. Yay! Tuesday, I hope, will be a day of pampering. Besides my hair, I'm going to get a pedicure AND have a gift card to use for it! Wednesday I would like a date with my hubby. We haven't had a real date since...???...yeah, I forget, so it's time. Thursday I will teach art that is finally NOT in the Renaissance period any more, but in the early 1800s. I like that MUCH better. Friday? That sounds too far away to think about. Because now the clock says 2:37 a.m. and I am not in planning mode.


A picture thought I am sharing...

Our chillins when the Youngest, now 10, was just a beebee.