Re: blog is a funny word
Today is Mac's last day taking call for a month. The end of yet another rotation... And now he's starting ENT, which is what he's planning to spend his career in... We'll see how it goes.
Today is also, perhaps, the last nice day of the year. It's crisp, but it's not too cool. The kids are outside playing. They are throwing around the hopelessly broken outside toys that have yet to be thrown away. Junk is always so much more fun to play with than the new stuff.
Yesterday I think I got absolutely nothing done. Mac even took the kids to a park. And so what did I do? Laundry. I'm so lame. I have a million things I would like to do, but I just can't take the steps I need to take to be able to do these things. The only "work surface" I have is my kitchen table, which is kinda always being used for something. So, I would have to clear off the table, do my stuff, clean up my stuff, get dinner, clear off the table, get my stuff, do my stuff, etc., etc., etc. In my next home I'm going to have my own little (big) office space where I can set out my stuff and not have to clear it all away every 2 or 3 hours!
Then today we had church. This new church is just starting into a capital campaign. I understand it's necessary, and I'm happy that they are building a new church, but we just went through a capital campaign at our old church... I am tired of it. I can muster no enthusiasm... Oh well. I found it a little depressing when the preacher asked us to compare where we are in our lives to where we were growing up-- the assumption being that we are all wealthier than we were then. I grew up in a 6000 sq ft house with a swimming pool, my own bathroom, a rec room, and a kids' car. Also, my parents didn't want us kids to work because they wanted us to have free schedules for school work and extra curriculars. And those pesky vacations to Europe. Also, we didn't have to worry about paying for college- they had it covered. I'm not unhappy currently, but I fully realize that my kids and my husband and I will never have the same stuff I had growing up. That was my *pinnacle* of materialism, I suppose. So, the illustration fell flat for me. It would've meant something to Mac, I suppose, since he grew up in poverty and filth, but since he was working, I guess we'll never know. I did think it was telling that a couple of other ladies were laughing hysterically during that part of the sermon-- I guess they are not in a better *financial* place than during their childhood either. It was a bit odd to see them laughing and carrying on-- they were front and center. But, they regained composure after a while.
Anyway.... That was my day!
Today is Mac's last day taking call for a month. The end of yet another rotation... And now he's starting ENT, which is what he's planning to spend his career in... We'll see how it goes.
Today is also, perhaps, the last nice day of the year. It's crisp, but it's not too cool. The kids are outside playing. They are throwing around the hopelessly broken outside toys that have yet to be thrown away. Junk is always so much more fun to play with than the new stuff.
Yesterday I think I got absolutely nothing done. Mac even took the kids to a park. And so what did I do? Laundry. I'm so lame. I have a million things I would like to do, but I just can't take the steps I need to take to be able to do these things. The only "work surface" I have is my kitchen table, which is kinda always being used for something. So, I would have to clear off the table, do my stuff, clean up my stuff, get dinner, clear off the table, get my stuff, do my stuff, etc., etc., etc. In my next home I'm going to have my own little (big) office space where I can set out my stuff and not have to clear it all away every 2 or 3 hours!
Then today we had church. This new church is just starting into a capital campaign. I understand it's necessary, and I'm happy that they are building a new church, but we just went through a capital campaign at our old church... I am tired of it. I can muster no enthusiasm... Oh well. I found it a little depressing when the preacher asked us to compare where we are in our lives to where we were growing up-- the assumption being that we are all wealthier than we were then. I grew up in a 6000 sq ft house with a swimming pool, my own bathroom, a rec room, and a kids' car. Also, my parents didn't want us kids to work because they wanted us to have free schedules for school work and extra curriculars. And those pesky vacations to Europe. Also, we didn't have to worry about paying for college- they had it covered. I'm not unhappy currently, but I fully realize that my kids and my husband and I will never have the same stuff I had growing up. That was my *pinnacle* of materialism, I suppose. So, the illustration fell flat for me. It would've meant something to Mac, I suppose, since he grew up in poverty and filth, but since he was working, I guess we'll never know. I did think it was telling that a couple of other ladies were laughing hysterically during that part of the sermon-- I guess they are not in a better *financial* place than during their childhood either. It was a bit odd to see them laughing and carrying on-- they were front and center. But, they regained composure after a while.
Anyway.... That was my day!
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