I detached from Facebook for the week. Hence the updating of this blog. I substituted one time waster for another. I was doing great at the beginning of the week. Reading the Bible a lot. I felt better about everything.
"Godliness with contentment is great gain." That is a verse I am trying to ingest, meditate on and then live out. It's so small a verse yet so huge a concept.
I have for some time felt that God accidentally made me in the wrong century. I mean not really since I trust God not to make such huge mistakes (tiny ones, maybe). So since I trust his timing I would often wonder why I was put here and now? I mean, I guess that is the huge question we are all wrestling with right? Here is what I am getting to: deep down in my bones I want to live in a one room cabin with no electricity and spend most of my day farming. I think I would have been really great at living in the year, oh, 1902.
I read Cold Mountain recently, and it is about these two ladies who run this farm in the 1860s in the mountains of North Carolina. Yes, it was difficult. Yes, it was exhausting. But goodness, to work with my hands like that; to plow fields and shuck corn and raise goats. I also just started See You in a Hundred Years. A book about a husband and wife who leave New York City to move into a farm in Virginia and live like it was there 100 years ago. I've only read the first two pages. I'll update about it as I get more into it.
Tonight, I built a bonfire in my backyard. (It was my second solo bonfire success!) I wanted to make squash and brats. So I collected the wood, got the fire going, chopped the vegetables, skewered the meat and got to cooking. IT WAS DELICIOUS! And I feel accomplished, though it was such a small thing.
All of this is to say that I want a simple life. I want a simplicity that starts within and then manifests itself in my actions and behaviors and lifestyle.
I love to fast. Not while I'm in the middle of one. But before and after. In the middle it sucks. I hate not eating what I want when I want. So fasting is the most immediate way to practice self-discipline and to crucify my flesh.
I did an extended fast recently. It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be... because I did it with other believers. It was amazing. I didn't have any divine revelations but everything was put into perspective. I learned that I am capable of doing an extended fast. I hope to do another one soon. Maybe 7 days. I feel listless and directionless. I want to fast and pray until I hear God's voice in my life. Until I feel where his Spirit is leading. Until I know what step to take next.
"Taste and see that the Lord is good." I don't think I've gotten a good taste in a while. I feel thirsty for his Spirit.
"Seek him and you will find him when you seek him with all your heart."
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
I think it's time to soar.
I have been thinking so much lately. Thinking and not doing. I've also been reading a lot. Well, not any more than usual but I have been wanting to read a lot more. Insatiable. That is the word that best describes my desire to read right now. I am currently reading Forgotten God by Francis Chan, A Common Sense Guide to Economics by Thomas Sowell, Taking Charge of Your Fertility by Toni Weschler, Getting Started in Drawing by Wendon Blake and Leviticus by uh, Moses? I'm reading Leviticus because every January I make the resolution to read through the entire Bible. By the time I get to Leviticus I poop out. It's dreadful. So, I'm starting there now. Reading three chapters every night. It works very well to put me to sleep.
I've been feeling levels of discontentment which have heretofore been unknown to me. Forgotten God is speaking very clearly to that. It's about the Holy Spirit and his role in our lives. Francis states that we are all living dreadfully separated from the Spirit of God. And I agree.
I want to be famous. There. That is my biggest confession. I'm not sure which is saddest... the fact that I have that pitifully shallow desire or that I have no skill or talent for which I would ever be famous. I would like to write children's books. Or be a musician or a photographer. I suppose in a nutshell I would like to be an artist. If Daniel made all the money we needed to live I would do arts and crafts all day. I think. Also, I would have babies. But that scares me, too. I was thinking today... I think my mom could have been anything she wanted to be when she was a young lady... instead, though, she had kids. It's funny because I think I could be anything I want to be, too. But I think instead I'll have kids.
I really do believe that being a mom is the most important responsibility and joy, even, in all the world. That is why I so strongly desire to be one (and because of some innate urge that I feel deep down in my soul). BUT, I must also admit that I mourn all the things that are sacrificed when deciding to take that path in life.
I know a lot of yuppie moms. Moms who have garages full of colored Tupperware tubs that are color coded for each holiday and season. Moms who scrapbook. Moms who don't have to work because their husbands make plenty so they can stay home and volunteer at their kids' school or take the kids to the library or to the park in the middle of the day. Part of me wants that so bad it's embarrassing. But another part of me cringes at the thought that one day I will be just like all the other yuppie moms in all the other yuppie neighborhoods who all attend yuppie churches with other yuppie families. (Do you feel my disdain for yuppie-ness???)
BUT what if I have a family with a mini-van, some scrapbooks and color-coated Tupperware tubs while living in community with other believers??? Will that make it okay?? Will that make me less of a yuppie? I hope so. And by in community with other believers I mean literally living in the same house with another family or two (or three or four).
How ridiculous is it that this takes up so much of my thought life when D and I are years away from ever even having a child (or a house or a mini-van)? Quite.
I'm late to something. C'est ma vie.
('Let your yes be yes and your no be no.' That's when the Bible is telling us not to swear or promise. I promise to blog more often. And I swear I'll be as honest as I can.)
Shout outs to Brandy, Abi and Jess: my followers. And Emaline. I think she reads this, too.
I've been feeling levels of discontentment which have heretofore been unknown to me. Forgotten God is speaking very clearly to that. It's about the Holy Spirit and his role in our lives. Francis states that we are all living dreadfully separated from the Spirit of God. And I agree.
I want to be famous. There. That is my biggest confession. I'm not sure which is saddest... the fact that I have that pitifully shallow desire or that I have no skill or talent for which I would ever be famous. I would like to write children's books. Or be a musician or a photographer. I suppose in a nutshell I would like to be an artist. If Daniel made all the money we needed to live I would do arts and crafts all day. I think. Also, I would have babies. But that scares me, too. I was thinking today... I think my mom could have been anything she wanted to be when she was a young lady... instead, though, she had kids. It's funny because I think I could be anything I want to be, too. But I think instead I'll have kids.
I really do believe that being a mom is the most important responsibility and joy, even, in all the world. That is why I so strongly desire to be one (and because of some innate urge that I feel deep down in my soul). BUT, I must also admit that I mourn all the things that are sacrificed when deciding to take that path in life.
I know a lot of yuppie moms. Moms who have garages full of colored Tupperware tubs that are color coded for each holiday and season. Moms who scrapbook. Moms who don't have to work because their husbands make plenty so they can stay home and volunteer at their kids' school or take the kids to the library or to the park in the middle of the day. Part of me wants that so bad it's embarrassing. But another part of me cringes at the thought that one day I will be just like all the other yuppie moms in all the other yuppie neighborhoods who all attend yuppie churches with other yuppie families. (Do you feel my disdain for yuppie-ness???)
BUT what if I have a family with a mini-van, some scrapbooks and color-coated Tupperware tubs while living in community with other believers??? Will that make it okay?? Will that make me less of a yuppie? I hope so. And by in community with other believers I mean literally living in the same house with another family or two (or three or four).
How ridiculous is it that this takes up so much of my thought life when D and I are years away from ever even having a child (or a house or a mini-van)? Quite.
I'm late to something. C'est ma vie.
('Let your yes be yes and your no be no.' That's when the Bible is telling us not to swear or promise. I promise to blog more often. And I swear I'll be as honest as I can.)
Shout outs to Brandy, Abi and Jess: my followers. And Emaline. I think she reads this, too.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
It happened exactly the way I didn't want it to happen.
The blogging that is...because well, obviously, I'm not a consistent blogger. It turns out that it is kind of overwhelming to write something that is interesting, deep, funny or all of the above. Added on to that is the pressure to write well. I thought about shutting down this operation completely but then I knew I would think of a zillion interesting, deep or funny things to say right after I did it.
The other day I spilled some flour in the cabinet. My housemate pointed it out to me nicely and I gladly cleaned it up. The next morning I came down stairs and found a note from my housemate that asked if I would clean the flour up in the cabinet. Apparently, I had missed a few places where the flour had spilled. So I go to look in the cabinet and find notes posted with arrows pointing to all the places where I missed cleaning. They were mostly on shelves above or below my line of sight. The night before I had only cleaned up what was right in front of me.
I don't mean to overspiritualize, but it made me think about some things. 1) We (here meaning me) hate to have our mistakes pointed out to us. 2) We (again, me) need others to help us see the bigger picture. and 3) Grace is the best thing about Christianity.
Even little paper arrows can cause my anger to flare and my accusing finger to fly. Even though I knew there was no maliciousness intended it still hurt. Hurt what exactly? I guess my pride.
My second reaction (after anger) at seeing those paper arrows was to laugh. There were LOTS of arrows. I had missed LOTS of the spilled flour. I couldn't help but laugh at how blind I must have been to have missed so much and how silly I was to think that the flour only spilled directly in front of me.
Grace is not easily defined for me. But I know it when it is given. There are not silly hard feelings to hold onto. There is no unspoken bitterness.
After cleaning ALL the flour up I continued to clean and organize the whole pantry. So this morning I woke up to a nice note from my housemate telling me how nice the pantry looks.
Living in community, specifically Christian community is an exercise in learning to show grace and receive it. I think we are doing pretty well.
The other day I spilled some flour in the cabinet. My housemate pointed it out to me nicely and I gladly cleaned it up. The next morning I came down stairs and found a note from my housemate that asked if I would clean the flour up in the cabinet. Apparently, I had missed a few places where the flour had spilled. So I go to look in the cabinet and find notes posted with arrows pointing to all the places where I missed cleaning. They were mostly on shelves above or below my line of sight. The night before I had only cleaned up what was right in front of me.
I don't mean to overspiritualize, but it made me think about some things. 1) We (here meaning me) hate to have our mistakes pointed out to us. 2) We (again, me) need others to help us see the bigger picture. and 3) Grace is the best thing about Christianity.
Even little paper arrows can cause my anger to flare and my accusing finger to fly. Even though I knew there was no maliciousness intended it still hurt. Hurt what exactly? I guess my pride.
My second reaction (after anger) at seeing those paper arrows was to laugh. There were LOTS of arrows. I had missed LOTS of the spilled flour. I couldn't help but laugh at how blind I must have been to have missed so much and how silly I was to think that the flour only spilled directly in front of me.
Grace is not easily defined for me. But I know it when it is given. There are not silly hard feelings to hold onto. There is no unspoken bitterness.
After cleaning ALL the flour up I continued to clean and organize the whole pantry. So this morning I woke up to a nice note from my housemate telling me how nice the pantry looks.
Living in community, specifically Christian community is an exercise in learning to show grace and receive it. I think we are doing pretty well.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Music Monday
I love music. I bet everyone thinks they love music more than anyone else they know. Or at least they think they have better taste than anyone they know. Daniel thinks I listen to boring music. I think his music is too loud and raucous to be good.
I have very limited taste, I admit. I have listened to the same musicians for the entirety of my adult life and the list is short: Sandra McCracken, Patty Griffin, Vienna Teng and Stephen Delopoulos. They all have myspace music pages where you can listen to them for free. Do that.
A short blog will have to do for now. I'm going to pick up some friends from the airport. I love the airport. It is a place of such adventure and possibility. And yes, seeing people greet their loved ones (a la Love Actually) is a wonderful thing too.
Lastly, I have learned to add pictures to this blog here. I've updated a few of the earlier posts.
I have very limited taste, I admit. I have listened to the same musicians for the entirety of my adult life and the list is short: Sandra McCracken, Patty Griffin, Vienna Teng and Stephen Delopoulos. They all have myspace music pages where you can listen to them for free. Do that.
A short blog will have to do for now. I'm going to pick up some friends from the airport. I love the airport. It is a place of such adventure and possibility. And yes, seeing people greet their loved ones (a la Love Actually) is a wonderful thing too.
Lastly, I have learned to add pictures to this blog here. I've updated a few of the earlier posts.
Monday, June 8, 2009
A Shark's Tale
This weekend my friend Jill and I went to visit some friends, Abi, Bryan and Anna who moved to the Georgia coast a few months ago. Bryan works at the Tidelands Nature Center on Jekyll Island. They have lots of amazing sea creatures: baby alligators, sea turtles, snakes and more. They also have a shark exhibit that lacks a shark. An attempt to remedy that fact led to this tale. Enjoy.
After a late dinner on Saturday night Abi had the idea that we should go for a walk on the pier. Before we leave Bryan suggests we try to get a baby shark to temporarily put into the shark exhibit at the nature center. Abi fears it will be too much trouble and tells him not to get his hopes up. But she secretly brings the cooler. As we stroll along the pier we start to make small talk with some of the fishermen there. Many of them have multiple rods with multiple lures on each. I ask one nice gentlemen (read: redneck) if he has caught any sharks today. He says they've been biting all day but he's had to throw them back on account of them being too small. Just as we are having this conversation the next fisherman over begins to reel something in. Up comes a baby shark! We explain that Abi's husband works for a nature center that is in need of a baby shark for its exhibit. We ask excitedly if we can have the baby shark. He says yes, pulls the hook out and hands me the shark. I stand there not sure what to do when Jill exclaims, "You better run!", which I do. We left the cooler in the car. Either our hopes weren't high for actually getting a shark or we were too dull to think to bring the cooler with us. Either way, I am a good 200 yards from the car and the cooler. As I am walking/jogging with Jill at my side the baby shark (soon after dubbed Neo) is bleeding all over my hand. We finally make it to the cooler and I drop Neo therein. The cooler still needs sea water! I rush to the side of the pier and crawl down the cement blocks and scoop up some water. Neo doesn't look so good. He's intermittently flopping and floating a little.
We stand there. Out of breath. Hoping he won't die.
Abi says what she's probably been thinking throughout the whole fiasco, "I think we should throw him back." My jaw drops. Jill probably laughs. She explains that Neo is probably going to die anyway and that it would be a lot of trouble for Bryan to go back to the nature center that night to put Neo in the shark tank.
I can't explain why, but being a wife and a mother gives your opinion a new level of authority. Abi is no exception, though she is such a new mom.
I threw him back.
The best part is the story and memories we got out of this adventure.
My only regret is that we didn't get a picture.
Abi is going to try to catch Bryan a healthy baby shark in her fishing net.
I bet she will.
UPDATE June 11, 2009: Abi did get a new shark. From another nice fisherman at the pier. 14" long and named Morpheus.
After a late dinner on Saturday night Abi had the idea that we should go for a walk on the pier. Before we leave Bryan suggests we try to get a baby shark to temporarily put into the shark exhibit at the nature center. Abi fears it will be too much trouble and tells him not to get his hopes up. But she secretly brings the cooler. As we stroll along the pier we start to make small talk with some of the fishermen there. Many of them have multiple rods with multiple lures on each. I ask one nice gentlemen (read: redneck) if he has caught any sharks today. He says they've been biting all day but he's had to throw them back on account of them being too small. Just as we are having this conversation the next fisherman over begins to reel something in. Up comes a baby shark! We explain that Abi's husband works for a nature center that is in need of a baby shark for its exhibit. We ask excitedly if we can have the baby shark. He says yes, pulls the hook out and hands me the shark. I stand there not sure what to do when Jill exclaims, "You better run!", which I do. We left the cooler in the car. Either our hopes weren't high for actually getting a shark or we were too dull to think to bring the cooler with us. Either way, I am a good 200 yards from the car and the cooler. As I am walking/jogging with Jill at my side the baby shark (soon after dubbed Neo) is bleeding all over my hand. We finally make it to the cooler and I drop Neo therein. The cooler still needs sea water! I rush to the side of the pier and crawl down the cement blocks and scoop up some water. Neo doesn't look so good. He's intermittently flopping and floating a little.
We stand there. Out of breath. Hoping he won't die.
Abi says what she's probably been thinking throughout the whole fiasco, "I think we should throw him back." My jaw drops. Jill probably laughs. She explains that Neo is probably going to die anyway and that it would be a lot of trouble for Bryan to go back to the nature center that night to put Neo in the shark tank.
I can't explain why, but being a wife and a mother gives your opinion a new level of authority. Abi is no exception, though she is such a new mom.
I threw him back.
The best part is the story and memories we got out of this adventure.
My only regret is that we didn't get a picture.
Abi is going to try to catch Bryan a healthy baby shark in her fishing net.
I bet she will.
UPDATE June 11, 2009: Abi did get a new shark. From another nice fisherman at the pier. 14" long and named Morpheus.
Monday, June 1, 2009
2009 Reading List
Many of my friends have blogs that I follow. I check them often and am somewhat disappointed when they do not update semi-regularly. So I wanted to make sure that if I started a blog I would update at least once a week. I think that is sufficient.
My husband has a blog. He is very good at it. He stated in his Blog Manifesto (http://creativeyear.blogspot.com/2009/01/manifesto.html) that if a blog does not have a focus, or a specific purpose it would soon die. Unfortunately I cannot think of a purpose other than just wanting to write down some of the things that I have in my head.
Today, you get a book list. These are the books on my 2009 Reading List. The books whose titles have been bolded are ones I have already read this year. I included the author's name when I knew it.
Amie's 2009 Reading List
Crazy Love - Francis Chan
The Singing - Allison Croggon
Orthodoxy - G.K. Chesterton
A Study in Scarlet
Emma - Jane Austen
Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
A People's History of the U.S. - Howard Zinn
People of the Book
River Secrets - Shannon Hale
Freedom of Simplicity - Richard Foster
The Shack - W.P. Young
Wind in the Willows - Grahame
Life Together - Deitrich Bonhoeffer
Story
A Generous Orthodoxy - Brian McLaren
To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
Enna Burning - Shannon Hale
A Great and Terrible Beauty
Red Letter Christian - Tony Campolo
Letters to a Young Evangelical - Tony Campolo
Contemplative Youth Ministry - Mark Yaconelli
Of Mice and Men - Steinbeck
Neverwhere - Neil Gaiman
East of Eden - Steinbeck
Coraline - Neil Gaimann
A Little History of the World
World Without End - Ken Follet
The Watchmen
Mysterious Benedict Society
Tiger Rising - Kate DiCamillo
Crusader
A Wrinkle in Time - Madeleine L'Engle
Chris Farley Biography
Audacity of Hope - Barack Obama
War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
French Women Don't Get Fat
Holy Silence
Wisdom in the Waiting - Phyllis Tickle
The Great Emergence - Phyllis Tickle
The Zoo Keeper's Wife
Prayer - Richard Foster
Red Moon Rising
Alphabet Juice
Burning Bright - Tracy Chevalier
Forest Lover - Susan Vreeland
Chasing Vermeer
Forest Born - Shannon Hale
The Time Traveler's Wife
American Gods - Neil Gaiman
UnChristian
Book of a Thousand Days - Shannon Hale
Anansi Boys - Neil Gaiman
The Namesake - Jhumpa Lahiri
World Made By Hand - James Howard Kunstler
Basic Christianity - John Stott
Cold Mountain - Charles Frazier
Outliers - Malcolm Gladwell
Odd and the Frost Giants - Neil Gaiman
There are also some authors I would like to read more of but don't have any specific books of theirs in mind: Henri Nouwen, Ayn Rand, John Keats and T.S. Eliot.
Obviously I've been on a Neil Gaiman kick. I also reread the Twilight series and a few Harry Potters though I didn't include them on the list. I'll probably reread them again before the movies come out. I'm halfway through Outlander and the Watchmen. I've also started Orthodoxy and War and Peace. I don't know if I have the self discipline to read those kinds of things outside of an academic setting. Maybe someday. Also, this list is continually being updated. If you have any suggestions, send them my way. Feel free to share your own 2009 reading list as well.
Ciao.
My husband has a blog. He is very good at it. He stated in his Blog Manifesto (http://creativeyear.blogspot.com/2009/01/manifesto.html) that if a blog does not have a focus, or a specific purpose it would soon die. Unfortunately I cannot think of a purpose other than just wanting to write down some of the things that I have in my head.
Today, you get a book list. These are the books on my 2009 Reading List. The books whose titles have been bolded are ones I have already read this year. I included the author's name when I knew it.
Amie's 2009 Reading List
Crazy Love - Francis Chan
The Singing - Allison Croggon
Orthodoxy - G.K. Chesterton
A Study in Scarlet
Emma - Jane Austen
Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
A People's History of the U.S. - Howard Zinn
People of the Book
River Secrets - Shannon Hale
Freedom of Simplicity - Richard Foster
The Shack - W.P. Young
Wind in the Willows - Grahame
Life Together - Deitrich Bonhoeffer
Story
A Generous Orthodoxy - Brian McLaren
To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
Enna Burning - Shannon Hale
A Great and Terrible Beauty
Red Letter Christian - Tony Campolo
Letters to a Young Evangelical - Tony Campolo
Contemplative Youth Ministry - Mark Yaconelli
Of Mice and Men - Steinbeck
Neverwhere - Neil Gaiman
East of Eden - Steinbeck
Coraline - Neil Gaimann
A Little History of the World
World Without End - Ken Follet
The Watchmen
Mysterious Benedict Society
Tiger Rising - Kate DiCamillo
Crusader
A Wrinkle in Time - Madeleine L'Engle
Chris Farley Biography
Audacity of Hope - Barack Obama
War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
French Women Don't Get Fat
Holy Silence
Wisdom in the Waiting - Phyllis Tickle
The Great Emergence - Phyllis Tickle
The Zoo Keeper's Wife
Prayer - Richard Foster
Red Moon Rising
Alphabet Juice
Burning Bright - Tracy Chevalier
Forest Lover - Susan Vreeland
Chasing Vermeer
Forest Born - Shannon Hale
The Time Traveler's Wife
American Gods - Neil Gaiman
UnChristian
Book of a Thousand Days - Shannon Hale
Anansi Boys - Neil Gaiman
The Namesake - Jhumpa Lahiri
World Made By Hand - James Howard Kunstler
Basic Christianity - John Stott
Cold Mountain - Charles Frazier
Outliers - Malcolm Gladwell
Odd and the Frost Giants - Neil Gaiman
There are also some authors I would like to read more of but don't have any specific books of theirs in mind: Henri Nouwen, Ayn Rand, John Keats and T.S. Eliot.
Obviously I've been on a Neil Gaiman kick. I also reread the Twilight series and a few Harry Potters though I didn't include them on the list. I'll probably reread them again before the movies come out. I'm halfway through Outlander and the Watchmen. I've also started Orthodoxy and War and Peace. I don't know if I have the self discipline to read those kinds of things outside of an academic setting. Maybe someday. Also, this list is continually being updated. If you have any suggestions, send them my way. Feel free to share your own 2009 reading list as well.
Ciao.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Giant Fish Pillow
In 9th grade I received a birthday gift from my best friend's parents: a giant fish pillow. It was about five feet long and one foot wide. It was hideous. The parents said they saw it and just had to get it for me. What does that say about me?
I kept it for years. I never actually used it as a pillow. I just kept moving it from under my bed, to closets and finally to my car trunk where it was Goodwill bound. Only every time I showed up to drop a box off at Goodwill I couldn't bring myself to give it away. As hideous as it was I just couldn't give it away. So it rode around in my car trunk for a good three years (no exaggeration).
One day my dad is using my car and a tire goes flat. He has to dig the spare tire out of the bottom of my trunk. So there my dad is on the side of the road emptying out the treasure trove that is my trunk and out comes the giant fish pillow (along with a toaster oven, a few shower curtains and bags of old shoes). (I'm not sure if you know this but my dad is really amazing.) So my dad decides to do me a favor and drop off all this stuff [crap] at Goodwill.
He doesn't tell me until many days later that my giant fish pillow is gone for good. At first I was sad. I don't even know why. But then I felt free. I don't know why, but I hold on to crap for far too long. I have trinkets, notes, church bulletins, ticket stubbs from forever ago. I wish someone would come in and do what my dad did, give away (or throw out when necessary) all those things that I can't get rid of myself.
About a month ago I was shopping at my neighborhood BI-Lo and just above the fish section I see in the display my giant fish pillow. It is hanging up tacked to a net that also boasts a plastic crab and a few sea shells. I stood there amazed and amused. I'm glad he found a good home.
I kept it for years. I never actually used it as a pillow. I just kept moving it from under my bed, to closets and finally to my car trunk where it was Goodwill bound. Only every time I showed up to drop a box off at Goodwill I couldn't bring myself to give it away. As hideous as it was I just couldn't give it away. So it rode around in my car trunk for a good three years (no exaggeration).
One day my dad is using my car and a tire goes flat. He has to dig the spare tire out of the bottom of my trunk. So there my dad is on the side of the road emptying out the treasure trove that is my trunk and out comes the giant fish pillow (along with a toaster oven, a few shower curtains and bags of old shoes). (I'm not sure if you know this but my dad is really amazing.) So my dad decides to do me a favor and drop off all this stuff [crap] at Goodwill.
He doesn't tell me until many days later that my giant fish pillow is gone for good. At first I was sad. I don't even know why. But then I felt free. I don't know why, but I hold on to crap for far too long. I have trinkets, notes, church bulletins, ticket stubbs from forever ago. I wish someone would come in and do what my dad did, give away (or throw out when necessary) all those things that I can't get rid of myself.
About a month ago I was shopping at my neighborhood BI-Lo and just above the fish section I see in the display my giant fish pillow. It is hanging up tacked to a net that also boasts a plastic crab and a few sea shells. I stood there amazed and amused. I'm glad he found a good home.
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