I feel like abbie the cat right now, purrrfectly happy…

Oh hay, guess what i have

guess what i have

guess gues guees guess guesss

okay give up

a pretty website…

In fact, I can’t stop smiling.

It’s twilight, and the fireflies are beginning to pop up out of the grass where they’ve been hiding all day. There’s no more beautiful sight than a lawn full of fireflies, in my opinion. Except the aurora borealis maybe. But I rarely take the time anymore to appreciate them. When we first moved here, I would sit at the window with my chin resting on the back of the couch, staring for hours. It’s really magical when a lightning bug winds its way inside the house when the lights are off; you feel like Wendy and the Lost Boys did, encountering Tink for the first time… When I was a little girl I had a book called Miss Suzy, about an apron-wearing squirrel who kept a tidy house in a treetop. Every night she would change the firefly in her lamp, and when I was little, I was absolutely entranced by the idea. I was a California child, and the only fireflies I’d seen were in the Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Disneyland. Now I get the real deal at dusk every summer evening.

Nobody else is home, except the six (other) furry creatures, so I had sardines on saltines for dinner, and watched Napoleon Dynamite for the seventieth time.

“Napoleon…. like anyone can even know that…”

I started Prodigal Summer and am really enjoying it. I wasn’t sure if I would, since I usually eschew books that contain more description than dialogue, but surprisingly, this one is keeping my attention. Barbara Kingsolver is one of my favorite authors; I first stumbled upon her books at a thrift shop, where I picked up Pigs In Heaven on a whim. From there I went on to read The Bean Trees, and then The Poisonwood Bible. I adore them all. After these three, I moved on to other authors and kind of forgot about her until I found Prodigal Summer the other day. I’ll probably stay up all night finishing it, to my detriment. I’m already pushing the limits of exhausted endurance, at least for me, and we have to get up early to drive to Jesse’s graduation in the morning. Drag. Maybe I should go to bed now.

Yikes, I hope this graduation isn’t a dress-up deal. I hate dressing up. Dressing up for me is finding a shirt and jeans that don’t need ironing. I would wear my denim mini-skirt, but my bare legs might blind small children, and we don’t need that kind of stress, and God knows I’m not wearing nylons in this heat. Why is it before every event - even the ones I’m looking forward to - I do my level best to talk myself out of going? When I get there I have a terrific time, and can’t imagine having stayed home, but beforehand… sheesh… Well, no way am I missing my son’s graduation just because my emotions go all lily-livered. I’ve got to remember to unhermit myself whenever possible, if for no other reason than so I’ll actually have something to write about here!

And now I think I really will go to bed. See you tomorrow with something interesting to say… Oh, I just saw that Bo Bice got married. Darn.

If you like really quirky humor, you gotta check out abbie the cat. Here’s an excerpt that almost made me choke on my tongue it struck me so funny. Keep in mind: it’s written by a cat.

Friday, April 22, 2005

oh hay, guess what i have

guess what i have

guess what i have

guess guess geuess guess guess guess gues guess guess guess guess guess gues guess

okay give up

it is cornbread

posted by Abbie @ 12:27 PM

I adore funny people.

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