Rocket Science

A Day in the Life

We stopped to get a Starbucks coffee for mom. (Bradley doesn't need caffeine.)

We took the dogs to the park for a walk. (This was before the wave of 100+ temps.)

Bethany climbed a tree. (In flip flops.)

Bradley climbed a tree. (Yeah!)

Charles Spurgeon

“We have a faith to preach, my brethren, and we are sent forth with a message from God. We are not left to fabricate the message as we go along. We are not sent forth by our Master with this kind of general commission - ‘As you shall think in your heart and invent in your head as you march on, so preach. Keep abreast of the times. Whatever the people want to hear, tell them that, and they shall be saved.’ Verily, we read not so. There is something definite in the Bible. We ought to preach the gospel, not as our views at all, but as the mind of God-the testimony of Jehovah concerning his own Son, and in reference to salvation for lost men. If we had been entrusted with the making of the gospel, we might have altered it to suit the taste of this modest century, but never having been employed to originate the good news, but merely to repeat it, we dare not stir beyond the record. What we have been taught of God we teach. If we do not do this, we are not fit for our position.”

Writing

Writing terrifies me. I get so far in a paper or a story and then I am blank. Empty. There is nothing left in my brain. No clever turn of phrase; no idea where I was even headed. When we move Dan mentioned that he'd like it if I went back to school. Frightening. Do you know how many essays and papers you have to write in college? I haven't even gotten English under my belt. That's at least 5 papers on its own. I feel like I should write...something. I long to put pen to paper and create things. I write the most interesting colorful sentences in my head all the time. They just don't connect into any one coherent paragraph. I often think of writing a short story but can never decide what to write about. The trouble is that everything worth writing about (and some that aren't) have been written. What is my original idea? Where do I want to take it? I don't know; I'm drawing a blank...

Insomnia

I'm awake. Not really by choice. I'm up by choice. However, if I were laying down on my soft comfy bed, I would still be awake. So, I'm improvising neat things to do on the internet. First I did all of the routine things all of you would expect. I checked my email. I checked my blogs. I surfed through all of my usual hangouts. Then I went to myspace. I searched for my brother, my cousins, long lost friends. Then I googled them all. I found an email address for Aaron Foor. Quite exciting since I've been trying to reconnect with Emily for ages. I also found Janette Gleim. She was in my wedding. So, I shot off a random, 2am email to her. Turns out she lives near Denver, CO. Which is one of the top places on our list of lovely places to move. Interesting.
I wish I could email Gage. I have googled him in the past but in fairness he isn't really old enough to have accomplished Google worthy fame. I'll keep trying...
Yesterday I went swimming. It was the first time I've gone swimming since I was diagnosed. It was a lot of fun. It cost me soooo many spoons. I came home, had Dan BBQ hamburgers, and crashed at around 730pm. I slept straight through the night. 13 hours of sleep. I barely made it through today I was so weak and tired. I think I'm so exhausted that I can't sleep. Only people who have ever experienced this will understand it.
I should probably pull out the big guns...yoga breathing and classical music. I really do need my sleep. Tomorrow is another day of mandatory rest and recovery in the regime of "Pace Yourself". I'm supposed to try to do less than nothing. It's harder to accomplish than you think...