Body
Purple is the hardest color to photograph. Ever. It turns blue! Aside from that, this week was hard from a 1st world project perspective. Hard, of course, because I put challenges upon challenges on myself. I get bored and assume you get bored and try to shake things up and make it fun. (?) It didn’t help we had a heat wave. In February and April I thought purple might be the Color of the Inland Empire because it seemed everything was purple. Thinking that, I thought this week would be easy. Instead, everything withered and died in the heat. I should have made this dessicated week.
I am proud of myself for walking in the heat. On Sunday I trucked through 2.5 miles in 40 minutes–including several stops for pictures of dead things that were once purple–with the temperature still in the high 90s. I was covered in sweat, and I was the day before, too, but it’s worth it. Of course, the next time I do that I will check my appearance in the mirror before I head to Trader Joes to buy organic eggs from a tattooed hipster. After I paid for my groceries, the kid looked at me and says, “So, is this your last errand, or do you have somewhere else to go?”
And I say, “Nope, this is it. I’m on my way home after this.”
“Cool.”
It was an exchange I thought was really odd because until he handed me my receipt and asked me my schedule, he didn’t say one word to me. Well, he asked me if I checked my eggs for cracks, but other than that, he didn’t say one word to me. I grabbed my bag, gave him a wave and didn’t give the man-child another thought until I got in the car and looked in the rear view mirror. Because my bangs are long, I have a habit of pushing my sunglasses on my head to keep them off my forehead until I cool off. I must have forgotten to tweak my bangs once I took my glasses off because a chunk from the middle stuck straight up. Like, straight up.
But only the middle part. The sides were still down.
Maybe he was debating breaking the news to me about my bangs and it hinged on how much longer I planned to be in public.
Mind
Excited! Kate let me know that Ann Voskamp’s 1000 Gifts app was free (don’t know if it is regularly), so I downloaded it to keep better track of my gratitude list. I like it because you can take pictures and share them on Facebook, Flickr, and Twitter, which I will probably do.
Spirit
Sadness. I’m going to start reading the Bible again because we just found out one of our favorite priests–the one who coordinates the trips to Rome–has been assigned to Manilla and will leave us in June. He’ll be working with the charities in the area. That’s the way it is in the priesthood. You get assignments and go where you’re needed, just like the military. He mentioned over Christmas that his term was coming up and he wasn’t sure if they would let him stay or if they would transfer him. I knew they wouldn’t let him stay–he’s too good. He should have dumbed it down a bit. Kidding. Mostly.
Why this inspired me to read the Bible is still vague in my head, but I’ll take it.
Song of the Week
Johnny 99 — Shovels and Rope
I love them so much. It doesn’t hurt they are a husband and wife duo. As tumultuous as it can be for the couple, band members in a relationship make the most passionate music.
Here is the same song played live. Covered in sweat (awesome), she misses a beat in the middle, and for some reason I’m enamored by the fact he’s wearing a baseball cap.
One last fan-girl moment. I can’t wait for this.
Headache day today so can’t form a great comment – but awesome you for walking, thanks for the pictures and the music.and never bored!
Ooof. Feel better! :)
Shovels and Rope is new to me. Love them–thanks!
Heat wave-ish here last week, too. (In mid-80s, which is a little crazy for May.) Yeah, our lilacs went from buds to wilted in 5 days. Feel cheated. Totally First World. Don’t care. I want my lilacs back!
Even our lavender died. Lavender! That stuff is like iron.
Pleased to read you are still walking. I’m in awe of that – and it’s not at all boring!
I’ve grown to love my walks as a form of relaxation. And I get to hear great music, so it’s all the better.
OK, the bang situation made me laugh out loud. Which is a *smidge* conspicuous in a law office on a Monday morning. :)
Sorry about that. ;) It is pretty funny, though. Even I recognized that last night when I saw my hair sticking straight up in the mirror.
The keyboard she’s playing in the live video is the tiniest little thing! New to me so thanks – added to my Spotify so I don’t forget about them :-)
Kudos to walking in triple digit heat. Holy crap.
Isn’t it? I mean, hell, is it any wonder her fingers slipped? My bear paws would have never managed a simple C chord.
Explain Spotify to me. I don’t get it, and I’ve tried.
Love Shovels and Rope! I need to see them live because I’m thinking they would be amazing!
First of all, I’m terribly proud you kept walking! I’ve been telling myself I’ll join you in walking, once the weather warms up. The weekend was my chance–alas, we had a heat wave as well. So I decided I’d think about it . . . while lounging on the couch, in the air conditioning, sipping a cold beverage. Sigh.
Secondly, anytime I hear of a priest leaving I think of ‘Going My Way.’ I’ve only seen that movie every Christmas for decades and yet I cry, every single time.
Thirdly, have you seen the NIV Archeological Study Bible? It’s not the best in understanding the text, but it’s still interesting to read.
Haha! My husband was in the same air conditioned predicament. ;) I’ve never seen that movie! He’s traveling again, so it looks like a good movie for Netflix!
It’s a sweet little Bing Crosby movie. Just be prepared for the ending. Unless you never cry at movies, in which case, you’ll be fine . . .
I love that the kid went to all the trouble to ask you a slightly off question, but didn’t follow up with the why. Like- “Because your hair is sort of jacked up. Maybe you meant it like that, but…” (trail off awkwardly).
That’s funny.
I can’t think of how bad someone’s hair would have to be for me to tell them. Or if someone had some food on their face or something. I would like to think I would say something, but I would probably spend 10 minutes tailing them in the grocery store, thinking of how I’ll casually tell them, then never do it.
I love it when you recreate little scenes. Every now and then I still chuckle about your Gold Rush miner romance novel where the main character has missing teeth. Do you remember that? It’s when we were discussing the Asian/Western/Erotica Adventure series Good Reads recommended to me. God, I love that site.
#1) Thanks for the mention. It’s a great app. I’m just getting used to it, but I like it.
#2) My favorite priest left last year. I credit him with finally (at 33) agreeing to confirmation. When I went to him and said, “I really want to be Catholic, I was baptized in the Catholic church, and I love Mass, but the last time I went to RCIA, I struggled because I don’t agree with this, this, this and this.” He smiled and me and said, “You don’t think God can handle that?” Then he to go and get his Canon Law degree which he was then given an assignment to use. I miss him all the time.