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.”
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.
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.
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.