I’m sorry, friends, that I kind of took a vacation from the blog. It would be a nice goal to have a couple of posts planned for each week. Yep, a nice goal. But I don’t want this space to become a burden to up keep. It’s original intent was merely correspondence. It has maybe grown into more of a desire to share life’s happenings with whomever wants to read it. But still, if I’m not on here, it’s probably because I need to be away. (If you don’t already have a way of chronicling your blogs, I recommend Bloglovin’ or Google Reader. They’ll let you know when I post -or anyone else- so you don’t have a growing hatred for me if ever I go three weeks without posting again and you check everyday. Just sayin’ ;-)
In terms of filling you in on the past few weeks, where to even begin, right? I’ve made some yummy food, and some days, I didn’t. Sometimes we eat a lot of pizza because it’s probably my favorite, and it never feels difficult. Have you ever been really tired and didn’t want to make dinner for your ol’ huzbo? I have been sick and now worn down for just under a week. One night in particular, Dave so badly wanted sesame chicken, and I just couldn’t bring myself to thinly slice all of four chicken breasts. It seemed like too much work. Now pasta with meat sauce, for some reason, that seemed like a much easier task. That I could do at 9 o’clock at night. (It was late because we planted our garden and then had to clean ourselves up.) Alas, he started slicing, and we indeed had sesame chicken.
Oh yes, so the garden has been planted! It’s early. And it’s a risk. It has been so nice here, we have been tempted with the idea of one extra month of fresh garden yummies.
While my little brother was on spring break, he taught me how to disc golf. I’m not great, but it was fun.
We still haven’t done our taxes.
I’ve drug both my keyboard and bass out. I keep catching hints that maybe I should be playing again.
Dave has been on so many video shoots lately. One landed us in Kansas City for the better part of a day. If you didn’t know, I lived there for a short bit while I interned at a missions base. I always love getting back there. I hung out in the prayer room for a bit in the morning, and spent the afternoon weathering the rain at one of my favorite parks reading. It was pure joy.
There are so many more excerpts I could add, but let me close by telling you about St. Patrick’s Day. We never get too much into holidays, big or small, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t invited to amazing celebrations. My friend Allison invited us over for lunch. She prepared a meal of corned beef with cabbage and red potatoes and strawberry shortcake for dessert. The boys hoisted furniture, while we caravanned the dinnerware and entrees to the mews beside her building. It felt festive and glorious. There is no other way to celebrate this holiday, than breaking bread with friends in the fresh air.
There you have it.