I haven’t had it in me to write something meaty. So here are some scraps of stories and thoughts from the last few weeks.
Just once, I would like to hear a country song in which the woman is driving and the man is riding shotgun. Come on.
I know that I’ve recently changed my entire life, city, job, house, everything, and this change is mostly exciting and good — but no matter where I live or what I’m doing, I think I will always fantasize about scrapping everything, driving away, and living out of a Scamp.
I hired a company to install a custom fence all the way around my house. I was VERY particular about the type of fence I wanted, and it turns out that while this style is found in abundance in Seattle, Portland, and Denver, apparently it doesn’t exist in Minneapolis; I contacted multiple companies to get quotes, and only found one who was open to even trying to build it. It feels good to be a local trailblazer, and based on the fabulous almost-end result (it should be finished by the end of day today, tomorrow at the latest), I have a feeling that Minneapolitans are about to be circling my block, inspired to copy this crazy-wonderful cattle panel (also known as hog wire) fence. I’ll be sure to share pictures when it’s finished.
Latest letter from my Compassion International kid (7-years old):
Dear Miss Annie Parsons,
Hello, Miss Annie! I received your letter. I enjoyed reading your letter.
I don’t like music. I want to be a soldier. Please pray for me that my dream will come true. This is my letter for now.
This weekend, I made a quick trip to Madison, Wisconsin. From my limited time there, I’ve decided that I love it and would definitely go back for further exploration (so much beautiful water!).
I kind of forgot to take pictures, although when I got home, I did find two back-to-back shots that made me shake my head.
Here’s the first:
Never mind that I cut out the image of the UFO hovering over the words. As one for whom faith is hard-fought (“faith like a child” is not my strong suit), this felt like a heart-cry.
The very next picture was this:
I FOUND THE STONE TABLE, cracked in half, with Aslan nowhere to be found. If that isn’t irony/happenstance/a gentle prodding, I don’t know what is.
Sending hugs and brownies your way this Monday. You can do it!