Don't forget to remember...

"I mean, 'Should old acquaintance be forgot?' Does that mean that we should forget old acquaintances, or does it mean if we happened to forget them, we should remember them, which is not possible because we already forgot?" - When Harry Met Sally
(...or does it mean that we should forget about all the old people with whom we are acquainted?)

You know, some mornings, a cup of tea is just a cup of tea. But SOME mornings...Ahhh, some sort of magical chemical reaction occurs in that mug that makes it special.

This morning, after drinking my tea and eating a particularly delicious Karen-made oatmeal cookie, I decided to research that enigmatic song that no one seems to know anything about: "Auld Lang Syne"

Here is what I found out (according to the ever unreliable Wikipedia):

• It is a Scottish folk song
  
• "Auld Lang Syne" means..."old long since" or "for old time's sake" or "long, long ago" or "days gone by" or "let's just say we're doing it for a pal in the army" (which is not good, but it's a reason...)
• It was featured in a Bugs Bunny cartoon:

"Friz Freleng's cartoon, The Wabbit Who Came to Supper (1942) has Bugs Bunny suddenly claim that it is New Year's Day to stop Elmer Fudd from chasing him. Bugs starts singing 'Auld Lang Syne,' only to have Elmer look at a calendar and realize that it is actually July."

...And that's all I care to tell you about that.
Yes I did have a cookie for breakfast.

Here at the end of all things...

Nothing hits you quite like the realization that you suddenly have enough free time to stop ignoring the celery stalks that have been sitting in a cup of water in the fridge because they were limp, but now the water's frozen and you think they've gone bad anyway. Nothing hits you quite like that.

Friday morning thoughts...

"Therefore, prepare your minds for action; be self-controlled; set your hope fully on the grace to be given you when Jesus Christ is revealed." - 1 Peter 1:13

"Por eso, disponganse para actuar con inteligencia; tengan dominio propio; pongan su esperanza completamente en la gracia que se les dara cuando se revele Jesucristo."
- Primera Carta de Pedro 1:13

I read the above this morning and was struck by the simplicity of it all. If I could just fulfill this one verse, this one sentence, I would be living in God's will. The problem lies in my complete inability to focus on Christ in my daily pursuits. This morning, I've made it a goal of mine to memorize this verse and the two following verses ("be holy, because I am holy..."). Having these words of truth rattling around in my brain may be a step toward fulfilling them.

On another note, as the above might suggest, I'm learning Spanish! After I returning home from Mexico for the 6th time this summer, I had to admit the absurdity of my knowing only the few phrases taught to me by the more linguistically diverse (in addition, of course, to words like "muchachos" that I'd gleaned from John Wayne movies). So finally, I decided to do something about it.

First, I went to the Christian bookstore and bought a Spanish/English Bible to replace the one that was starting to become a loose lief book. Then I signed up to audit a Spanish class. I'm auditing because I don't have time to do all the work, but since I am bound to studenthood for the next two and a half years or so, by golly, I might as well take full advantage of that. I'm already paying to be a full-time student, so it's almost like it's free! (...almost.) Anyway, it's cheaper for me than buying Rosetta Stone or something. Also, it has the added benefit of keeping me disciplined. Our professor teaches by asking us questions in class, rather than going over grammar and vocab the whole time, so if I don't study, I will surely feel stupid in class. Personal pride is such a great motivator.

Well, I think I've effectually used up all the time I've got right now.
So...adios muchachos!

I was not a baby person.

I was NOT a baby person. What do babies do? They drool. They poop. They spit up. They cry. They smell...weird. Give me a little kid any day, but not a baby.

...But people go nuts over babies. Women shop in the baby section and impulse buy for babies of their friends, relations and roommate's cousins. Why is this? All this fuss over babies. I didn't get it.

Then I found out that my very own brother was about to plunge into the realm of fatherhood and what did I do? I bought a picture book on impulse. I told myself this did NOT mean I was turning into a baby person. It was a good deal. It was a good book. Who knew if I'd find it again? I only had to hang onto it for about 7-8 months.

Let me tell you, a piggy blanket, pig outfit (Ry if you're reading, don't tell Cristina), 3 picture books, one hand stitched "Dorothy Jean" art project, and 2 cute little outfits later...I'm not doing a good job keeping myself convinced about my status as a non-baby person.

Now that Dorothy's born, I find myself looking pitifully at whoever's holding her in hopes that they'll give her up. I've begun comparing each baby I see to my niece: "Oh, that baby looks like Dorothy!" (Yeah, Em, they are both babies...) Last night I caught myself jumping at the chance to change a diaper. Oh, poop. That's the number one symptom of being a baby person.

Summer's End

It seems like whenever the weather starts getting cooler and Summer is on its way out, I begin thinking about the Summer and what I did and what I wish I had done, but didn't get around to doing. It's a sort of grieving process for the end of Summer, I guess. The ennui doesn't last too long because Autumn is probably my favorite season of all and it's hard not to enjoy its deep blue skies, crisp air and the crackly crunch of fallen leaves.

In evaluating this past summer, I've realized that most of the things I wish I had done don't center around big adventurous or exciting activities, but around rest. Generally, I suppose I could say that I wish I had rested more this Summer. When I think of Summer on its way out, I regret that I didn't spend more time talking with God, or simply sitting in the sun, or reading for pleasure, or lying on my back looking at the clouds, or having a good conversation with a friend. The simple pleasure of spending an afternoon with a friend and doing nothing in particular is underrated. Some of the best conversations come out of those times...but you've got to hang around long enough to let them happen.

Today

Today I saw a homeless woman on a bench while I was walking to church. I had seen her yesterday too, and Krista and I finally got our nerve up to ask her if we could buy her some lunch. She said she had already had something. Today I asked her if she wanted to come to church with me. She said she couldn't come right then. I found out that her name is Brenda. We talked for awhile about churches and bus stops and West Street and teenagers walking through Annapolis at night to go to restaurants. We said goodbye and I told her maybe I'd see her around. I was late to church. I hate being late because being on time is one of the great struggles of my life, but today I didn't mind. Today finally feels like living simply.

Simply Complicated

Simple. This is what I want my life to be...and when it's not, I get frusterated because I have this vision of my life and how I want it to be and how I want my day to go and it never goes that way. "This would only happen to me!" I go school and there's no parking, I go to work and the receptionist is out sick, I try to print something and end up elbow deep in an unplanned printer disection. The truth is, this would only happen to everybody. Everybody's lives are complicated. Supposedly, there are people who live simply. We know this because they get their houses photographed for Real Simple Magazine. These are the sorts of people who have time to do those craft projects featured in Martha Stewart Living. I have yet to meet one of these simple people. Everybody I know uses magazines like Martha Stewart Living as oversized drink coasters that can be flipped through if an important task needs avoiding. The question, "So, how's it going?" seems so unassuming, but the answers it can elicit can be some of the longest (or shortest) narratives you'll ever hear. Everyone has a story...and everyone's story is complicated. There's no way around it. Life is messy. Que Sera Sera.