Lizards. Every time something moves on the ground, I look to see the lizard.
Time difference. I end up talking to people at midnight, because it’s finally evening over in the States.
Hurricanes. When I see a large glass store front, thinking about the hassle during hurricane season.
Skirts. My light, cotton skirts are made possible with the help of leggings, boots, and two shirts. Sometimes a cardigan too.
NASA. I heard a loud noise the other night and immediately thought it must have been the sonic boom.
1. Sending care packages to missionaries abroad is so 1970.
So not true. I got a package from a friend last week. It made my day. Possibly my week. What she gave me was incredibly awesome and thoughtful, but the mere fact of getting a pudgy envelope in the mail from someone who was thinking of me was of surpassing encouragement.
Plus, she’s abroad herself, and I’ve never gotten mail from Taiwan before.
I remember sending jolly ranchers to someone in deep Africa or Central Europe when I was young. I personally think Jolly Ranchers are gross, but I know now what it must have been like to get the comforts of home.
In fact, if you have any of the following (and have a deal with Fed Ex), feel free to send it on:
– Yellow rice
– Semi-sweet chocolate chips
– Hazelnut creamer
– White running socks from Target
And if you happen to have access to any of my stuff:
– That green skirt I really like
– the blue dress that I took home at Christmas and never should have left there
– My black zip-up “jumper”
D. he is faithful
N. he is hardworking
R. worldly things don’t entice him
P. he is disciplined
J. for he will do right
A. he knows laughter
(simultaneously published here).
Much to my own disappointment, I am pretty much a disappointment. If you are a Christian, you might know that bit of Paul where he writes a confusing paragraph about how he does things he doesn’t want to do and doesn’t do things he does want to do and etc. That is me exactly.
Sometimes, I do things I don’t want to do. Sometimes I want to do things and don’t do them. Sometimes I want to do things and find myself uncapable of pulling them off. Sometimes I don’t want to do things but can’t seem to find a way not to.
As I near the dawn of my twenty-third year, I could look forward with optimism. Hope that in the year of my birth three and twenty, I’ll shape up. But I thought that about myself before the new year, and before I came to England, and before I graduated from college. On the approach of any major time-marker, I usually imagine that this will be the dawn of an irrepressibly good era.
But I’m slowly catching on.
It’s not worth talking about how it’s very frustrating to constantly know you’re not measuring up. If you’re any bit of a candid human, you’ll admit that sometimes (at least once or twice year) you feel frustration, and just maybe it might be directed at yourself.
My wish for the ideal even extends to my humble blog(s). I just bought a custom domain. I decided to do this because I’m unashamedly smitten with blogging, and I thought I’d like to have one url that I really liked. And maybe, if I really liked it, I could use the umbrella domain to encapsulate all my blogging tendencies.
Then, just maybe, I could just blog at one sight instead of three. If my plan goes according to specifications, soon I’ll start blogging exclusively at fromtheflat.com. Get it?
This has been Philosophizings from the Flat. And I like that concept. I have had to scrap mythopoetic name, though, as from the flat has sprung from that blog. Without giving too much away (to avoid creating too much expectation), I hope to include what I like to write about here there, along with what I like to write about there.
To my fewer boy readers, among my few readers, please don’t be afraid. Sometimes I may be compelled to put something somewhat girly, but I hope to not diminish my beefier thoughts, and will post them whenever I discover them burgoening in the collection things I’m mulling over.
So when everything is neat and tidy, I’ll make a big announcement, post a big link to over there, and shamelessly plug the new super-blog. Until then, keep an ear here and as well as at fromtheflat.com.