I’m still alive. I’m here. But I have been a blogging failure lately. Let me see if I can catch you up a little bit.
After writing songs in Nashville all weekend, I began my Valentine’s Day by walking into the Nashville office and surprising my co-workers. “It’s a Valentine’s miracle!” said Emily, because she is the cutest.
I flew back to Denver to find all of the ice and snow melted. After several weeks of sub-zero temperatures, I’ve welcomed the 60 degree weather like I would a visit from… something… warm… and sunny.
I am suddenly overwhelmed at all that the next few months will hold. Between now and the end of April, you might find me in Denver, Haiti, Southern California, Montrose, Boston, Kansas City, or Nashville. My goal to *stay put* in 2011 hasn’t really been coming true.
I am still looking for a car.
Last night, I made mango chicken curry that really didn’t taste good at all. I’m not too proud to admit utter and complete failure. The chicken was overcooked and the onions were undercooked, and I accidentally flung couscous all over the kitchen floor (“accidentally” being superfluous, since who ever means to fling couscous?).
This weekend will be a hunting and gathering mission – just call me Sacagawea (unnecessary? Probably). I’m getting ready for my trip to Haiti, and leave a week from Friday. Since there is no Haitian mail system in place, we can’t mail anything to Sarah – so I am filling her list of “wants,” including blueberry muffin mix and hot chocolate and toiletries.
Work has been keeping me busy, and when the whistle blows, the last thing I want to do is spend more time online. So naturally, I’m behind on personal emails and blogging and such. If anything exciting happens, I promise I’ll write about it – but if I don’t, it’s safe to assume that I’m just plugging along, living quietly, trusting Frederick Buechner’s words that “all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.”