Posted in Life, Thoughts

Donna

I have started rewatching some Doctor Who episodes I like. Last night I watched one with Donna, one of my favorite characters.

It was her first episode. She’s about to get married, and the would-be groom turns out to be a jerk and a traitor, though poor Donna genuinely loved him.

At one point, the man says this about her: “I was stuck with a woman who thinks the height of excitement is a new flavor Pringle. Oh, I had to sit there and listen to all that yap yap yap. Oh, Brad and Angelina. Is Posh pregnant? X Factor, Atkins Diet, Feng Shui, split ends, text me, text me, text me. The never ending fountain of fat, stupid trivia. I deserve a medal. ”

The way he says it makes the comment especially unkind, but it’s probably fairly accurate. Donna is the sort of person who, if we knew her in real life, most people would find obnoxious, shallow, and boring. She’s loud. She’s brash. She’s oblivious. She doesn’t have any obvious impressive talents.

And this show takes her and gradually shows how much depth even a person like that has. Her loyalty and bravery and ability to stand up to people who need someone to tell them to stop and how much she can care about someone and how interesting she is.

I love that.

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Posted in Life, Thoughts, Writings

Inspiration

Don’t loaf and invite inspiration; light out after it with a club, and if you don’t get it you will nonetheless get something that looks remarkably like it. – Jack London

Or, a more modern phrasing that floats around: You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.

I have been writing this blog for six years now. Every week, aside from a few when I was at church camp with no internet. So that’s more than 300 posts.

Honestly, it’s kind of hard to believe.

When I started the blog, I knew that if I didn’t have a schedule, it would fizzle out. But having a reasonable goal I had to meet made keeping it up attainable. But having to write every week has given me a lot of practice going after inspiration with a club. The weeks I don’t have a plan for my post probably outnumber the weeks I do. Somehow my friends still put up with me saying, “But I don’t have anything to write.”

Something always gets written. Always. And sometimes it’s really lame, but sometimes it’s all right, or maybe even good. And those good ones wouldn’t exist if all I did was wait for inspiration.

If you hadn’t guessed, this post has been brought to you by an, “I have nothing to write about, time to grab the club,” week.

Posted in Life

Spaceship!

Over the last (extended) weekend, my friend GG and I went on our annual road trip to visit people.

We both feel like we haven’t seen enough of each other this summer, so being stuck in a car together for nine hours (twice) was really quite refreshing. We laughed a lot, and listened to a lot of music. At one point I observed that the percentage of songs we listen to that we both know has drastically increased since our first road trip. It’s great.

We spent the first couple nights of the trip at Gaby’s house. Getting to talk about our fictional characters and give hugs in person was nice.

We all got together with D and had some adventures. One day we went to Barnes and Noble, which has become a tradition. We always discover interesting things. My favorite discovery this year was an adorable picture book about a dragon called Too Hot to Hug. (Spoilers: They found a way to cool the poor dragon down to a huggable temperature.)

The other day we visited a natural science museum and a history museum. My favorite part of the science museum was a room where they had different things you could touch, animal pelts and bones and preserved plants and the like. Whatever desire I may have had for a bear skin rug is now greatly diminished; the bear fur was not soft at all.

We didn’t have much time in the history museum, but we went through an exhibit about World War I. It was interesting, but it made me rather sad. (At one point, there was a machine gun set up that occasionally flashed and played machine gun noises. I noticed this while standing directly in its line of imaginary fire when it went off. That was a bit disturbing.)

The next two nights of the trip were spent at D’s house. D read us some entertaining stories, some fictional, some true from her journals. We played a lot of games. Mainly Apples to Apples (always a favorite), but also Clue and Imaginiff. We also went to Applebee’s because D had been wanting to go back and see the decor from her childhood, but unfortunately, it had been redecorated. She was a bit traumatized.

Sunday, after church and lunch and more hugs, GG and I drove home.

I’m trying to figure out a good way to explain the title of this post. It’s related to a character from The Lego Movie (which I’ve never seen), who gets very excited when he gets to build a spaceship. We have a character who loves architecture. In his story, he gets to design houses for his friends. Somehow, his excitement about that got compared to the excitement of the spaceship building character, and we laughed a lot. So there, hopefully that makes some sense.

Posted in Life, Thoughts

What Can Your Body Do?

It seems like pretty much everyone has insecurities about their looks, at least sometimes. “You’re beautiful! Everyone’s beautiful!” only goes so far in helping with those insecurities.

Another approach people sometimes take in trying to help with this is something along the lines of, “Your body is created to do all these amazing things – see and smell and hear and touch and taste, run and jump and climb mountains – and that’s more important than your appearance.” Okay. Maybe. But this is pretty generic and hard to connect to. And I don’t even like running, and I’m definitely not good enough at it for it to feel amazing.

So I have brainstormed a list of specific things my body can do. Right now. That feel amazing to me.

  • Knit socks for feet of all sizes
  • My favorite yoga transition: Warrior II to Reverse Warrior
  • Give hugs
  • Shelve books at the library
  • Play my favorite song from the latest Yellowcard album on the ukulele
  • Type quickly
  • Sing at the top of my lungs
  • Read good books
  • Pick up and snuggle small children
  • Make scones
  • Write by hand for long periods of time
  • Drink tea
  • Giggle
  • Look at the moon
  • Smell roses
  • Walk down the aisle as a bridesmaid at my friend’s wedding
  • Drive long distances
  • Text my friends
  • Relax into my blankets and pillows at night
  • Listen to chatty library patrons
  • Eat chocolate
  • Sit still and breathe
  • Wear clothes that make me feel pretty
  • Carry too much stuff upstairs in one trip
  • Edit pictures to make things like this:

What can your body do?

Posted in Christianity, Life, Thoughts

Sounds

Last week I spent a few days working at church camp as a counselor.

I work the middle school age week. This year I had the weird realization that I’ve been doing this long enough that all the kids I worked with the first year I did it are now college age, so that was interesting.

Anyway. Late Friday morning, I walked down to the girls’ village to inspect cabins for cleanest and dirtiest (which earn you first and last place, respectively, in the lunch line). Since I wasn’t needed for other duties at the moment, I hung around for a little while to have some quiet time, sitting on the porch of the lodge where I was staying.

It wasn’t raining, but it had rained all night, and so much water dripped off the trees that it sounded like rain. I could hear at least two different kinds of birds tweeting. Occasionally I could hear kids shouting from up the hill. That was all.

But the sounds were so pretty.

God didn’t need to make the sounds so pretty. But I’m very glad he did and that we get to enjoy them.

Posted in Life

Mawwiage is What Bwings Us Togeder Today

Or, rather, last weekend.

My friend Maria got married on Saturday. She was beautiful. The whole day was beautiful and special and emotional.

I got to be in the wedding, and it was wonderful to play a part in such an important day. I’m glad I got to be near Maria for much of the day (and give her lots of hugs).

I feel like I should have lots to say. But I think it’s one of those things that’s important enough that I haven’t processed it enough to have much to share yet.

There are many lovely professional pictures that I’m looking forward to seeing. But for now, have one of Maria and I that I snapped on my phone because the occasion seemed selfie-worthy.

Posted in Life

Happy 4th of July!

Allow me to present to you the two things I always think of around this holiday.

1. This quote:
You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness. – Erma Bombeck

2. This Studio C sketch, because of the line, “I celebrate our breakup with fireworks, okay? I blow things up!” (Which kind of seems to contradict the first quote, but as explosions go, fireworks are relatively harmless.)