Calling Dr. Freud
I believe I’m developing a serious neurosis regarding the colors of my blog, not to mention the logo. I feel insane, and am tempted to begin typing:
All work and no play make Kel a dull boy
All work and no play make Kel a dull boy
All work and no play ma…. (now, where’d I put that ax?)
At this point, I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied, so I may as well roll over and submit. I might start piddling, though. I’m just that upset with myself. Where’s the Prozac? It’s been awhile since I took it. Is there an expiration date on antidepressants?
Woops - musn’t let Crazy Tom hear me use that word. (WHERE’S the ax!!!??)
Does anyone else have demon crickets in their bathroom? I believe they come up through the drain, because I can’t see where else they could get in. Demon crickets are ugly, gnarly, black hoppers that look like spiders and that don’t live in the west, as far as I remember, but multiply like bunnies here in the tropical southeast. There are mornings I stumble into the bathroom to find a dozen tiny little hummers skipping about in the tub, trying their little legs and wiggling their little antennae at me innocently as if to say, “Look at us! Adorable us!”, completely unaware that they’re the direct spawn of hell. Their parents also love the laundry room in the garage, especially late at night when I have bare legs and it’s too dark to see them. Jerks.
I feel a little flippant tonight, and that’s because I just finished reading Bridget Jones’s Diary. I loved it. I loved the fact that the book mentioned both Hugh Grant and Colin Firth, and then both actors were chosen to play roles in the film! Brilliant casting coup! Twyla mentioned Prodigal Summer by Barbara Kingsolver, so I’m going to start that one next.
Taking Jesse to camp in the wee hours a few nights ago has taken a toll on my sleep schedule. It’s seriously whacked, and Scott and I are passing each other like two ships in the night, honking our hellos…. Wait. Do ships honk? Whatever they do… We’ve GOT to get back in sync, so I’m not in here typing after midnight while he’s sleeping, and also so I’m not napping when I should be getting something together for dinner. I think we need to go on an honest-to-goodness date. Maybe hiking and a picnic this Saturday.
I do feel especially happy tonight because all of us - Scott, Van, Torie, and I - are going to drive down Friday morning to see Jesse graduate from JROTC camp! Van said, when he told me he was going, “Maybe I should wear my Class A-s…” I’m grateful to him for playing along. I know Jess will be thrilled. He’s the kind of kid who doesn’t expect special favors, which only makes you want to please him more. He doesn’t know we’re coming. Sneaky, sneaky! He underestimates our sneakiness!
One of the hot topics today over chai lattes with Jean was our state as new creatures. How when we love God, he integrates with us and we become one, thus forming a new creature composed of the human and the divine. Something similar happens when two people unite, not just physically, but spirit-to-spirit: a new ‘creature’ is formed. For example, my relationship with Jean - our relationship together - creates an intangible but very real force; entirely unique, and which cannot be reproduced. Same goes for my relationship with Scott. Or Lorraine. Or Steve. Or Rod. Or my parents. And all my friends, anyone I truly connect with… And that’s just between two people. Yet another creature is formed when three get together, or four, or a hundred, or a thousand… It’s a little mind-blowing, as these creatures are invisible. But creatures can be invisible, can’t they? Not only invisible, but intangible. Look at Time. Time is a creation, yet you can’t touch it or see it. Hm. You can measure it, though, and sense it passing or standing still: you can feel Time by using your sixth sense. Maybe it’s the same with these new, relationship creatures that are formed. They can’t be detected with all the senses, only a few, but that fact doesn’t negate their existence…
What’s the purpose of these new, intangible creatures that spring up between loving souls? Undoubtedly to spread more love, a more powerful love than what only one person carries. Wow, this is really amazing. I’ll be pondering this idea for quite awhile…
Sigh. Wish we had a motorcycle. Bike rides are perfect for pondering! G’night, all! xo
June 30th, 2005 08:17
Your “issues” with the colors in your blog remind me of when a friend asked me what color I think of myself as. Hmm. I couldn’t say right at first. Even thought the question a bit absurd. Then, a few days later, in the shower (why do so many insights happen in the shower? not that this necessarily qualifies as an insight, mind you), I realized that I thought of myself as Burgandy. But, not just that. Burgandy longing to evolve into Lavender. What does that say about me? No clue. Just thought I’d share.
June 30th, 2005 08:37
I wonder if it’s only we creative geniuses (=O) who must define ourselves in terms of color, or if everyone does this…I’ve always thought of myself as a pale, unsalted butter color, with undulating bursts of rainbow magnificence all along the outer edges, like the northern lights. I wish I was burgundy; that’s way cooler. I read somewhere that artists are very drawn to the color purple - in all its various hues - which may explain why you see yourself the way you do.
June 30th, 2005 12:42
Kelly, are you saying you don’t see the Cicle B Blogger logo for twyla AND you don’t see your icon? Time for a new browser!
June 30th, 2005 12:58
Sigh. That’s exactly what I’m saying, apparently. How do I go about getting a new browser? Is it something I have to manufacture out of two toothpicks and a hank of wire? Do I download it from somewhere in cyberspace? Do I buy it at Staples?
Once again, you must come to the rescue.