Thursday, January 8, 2009


So I had this gorgeous post that actually had to do with domesticity (you know, the whole purpose behind this blog?) and it got erased about 3/4ths of the way through. I will continue that sometime soon.

For now, I will tell you that I got unwillingly volunteered to entertain my in-laws for the BCS national championship game of all things. So once again, I will be watching a big game with people who are cheering for the wrong team. And I also got volunteered to make sour cream chicken enchiladas, which take a few hours to assemble. Luckily I had the foresight to put two of the three parts together last night, but the step left today is the most time-consuming. We might not get to dinner until 8:00.

This all wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have to also pack for Portland. We're catching an early flight tomorrow morning to my best friend's dad's funeral. He passed away early Monday morning after a six-year battle with cancer. A pastor from a huge family, this funeral is going to be one of epic proportions, and I'm so glad I get to be there for my college roommate and celebrate her dad's life and pay him tribute for the many ways he touched my life.

But first, I have to find a dress as my only black dress is a shiny party dress. Since my night is otherwise occupied, I am going during my lunch break, even though shopping is usually an hours-long, agonizing affair for indecisive me! I debated asking my roommate what she was going to wear, but thought better of it. That's the LAST thing on her mind right now and I might as well suffer eternal damnation for even thinking of troubling her with that. (But, you know, her dad seems like the type of person who could possibly request that everyone wear blue or go barefoot to his funeral, both of which have been requirements at two funerals I've been to in the past.)

Last night, I have to admit I was kind of in a funk. Sometimes I really resent being busy. Whenever people haven't seen each other for awhile and ask how another person has been, I've noticed that most of the time, people feel the need to qualify their answer with some form of the word "busy." I don't think being busy validates me or anyone at all. I hate it. I like my life to be as uncomplicated as possible, but somehow, new projects and drama and responsibilities always find me, and they always build up at the exact same time.

Is that just life? Does the pace increase at a lightning rate for every hour a person gets older? Am I doing everything I can to experience and savor and enjoy so I have no regrets when it's too late? Most importantly, is there any way I can evade busyness and drama and complication and just experience the beauty in life?

I will think on this and let you know if I find a way.


  1. I am so sorry to hear of Sarah's family's loss.

    I also agree with you about "busyness." It drives me nuts to be busy all the time. I sure am trying to make life simpler.

  2. Unfortunately, life DOES seem to get busier the older you get (or perhaps the bigger your family gets...). The trick is to be able to see the beauty of life in the MIDST of the chaos. I have no doubt that you will be excellent at that, my friend!

  3. I love you dearly. Call me tonight if yout get this, and get a chance. Praying for you tonight and this weekend.


Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...