Yesterday was a one of the bad days. Yesterday was a good day. As I walked into my office this morning I saw all the little things still not done. Some dishes in the sink. Some blankets strewn on the floor. A package arrived yesterday — some new shades we’d ordered which were delivered by FedEx — and the package is standing on end by the front door, unopened. Implied in that is that the shades were never hung yesterday as I had planned. A shelf still lies in the garage in the form of 2x4s which still need to be sanded, cut to size, and assembled. It’s a project Michelle and I started weeks ago and one which we had planned, if not to finish, at least make progress on yesterday. And that trip to stock up on a few essentials for our home storage? Neither of those happened. Here’s a selfie I took this morning. (Good Sabbath, by the way!) I don’t take selfies because I’m a narcissist. I took this photo so I could document yesterday, so please keep reading. I wish I had taken one yesterday to memorialize my appearance. It was rough. Not just…
Tag: service
By the time Doug’s open house ended, my mood had cratered. This was the guy I’d been friends with through most of middle school and high school. I knew everything about Doug—the good and the bad—and the change in him this past week made me a little sick to my stomach. I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head. Talking to myself in my head again. If anyone saw me, as I walked home from Doug’s, about a mile away, they’d probably think I was nuts. I was glad this Sunday was nearly over. It was late summer and the sun would be up for another couple of hours, but I was ready to go to bed. I was hot, sweaty, and my head ached with the memory how Doug had treated me. Suddenly he was the righteous missionary and I needed to be reclaimed now that his mission started in three days and I wasn’t planning to go. It wasn’t just Doug, though. My parents’ divorce. This lonely, wasted summer. I’d go to bed early tonight and wake up tomorrow to do what? Nothing. I didn’t have a job. My car didn’t run. My mom had disappeared since…