WWGS

Well, this feels sort of lame. I am tired, I am worn out in more ways than one, and I am so very delinquent with "The Yellow Notebook." I actually have a half a dozen postings to put up here, post-dated, but that is not happening tonight. I don't know what is happening tonight. I am nearing the end of the summer insanity, as my mom readies to leave for Michigan in the morning and vacas and mini-vacas come to an abrupt halt. Our bank account is taxed. Our patience has worn thin. Our elasticity is... well... not so elastic right now. Our house is dirty and messy. Our calendar is mysterious. Our nutritional health is in ruins. And now we slide back into the ebb and flow of our small lives here in our old, bright house; posting photos, reading books, singing songs, cooking real food, baking bread, mowing the lawn, scrubbing the floors, "doing my homework" (which is what Girl keeps asking to do again)...

The second art show of the year has been hung (half a month ago!). The trip to Michigan and then to Mackinac Island (and the Icopod) has happened. I have turned 30, had a surprise party and my dream-day of massage and restaurants. The stroller has been stolen and... well... I don't want to give away any endings to post-dated postings. The diet has been started and then quickly called off and postponed. The novel has been returned to. The cooking class has been taught and I have received a flattering job offer. Marriage promises have been made. Home school has been researched. Treasured objects have been shattered and people have escaped tragedy by a hair's-breadth. Life sweeps through the seasons, sometimes quietly, sometimes with gusto.

I am thinking a lot, learning a lot, and am finding my character at fault a lot. There are changes to be made and wisdom to gain, but mostly just trust and peace to wade into. I have discovered that even being at a WalMart makes me depressed: all those people being rude, the customer service so lacking, and what are people eating? Are they really still so ignorant, being led like pigs (pun intended) to the slaughter--people to illness--and still using ridiculous excuses like it costs more to eat tofu than Doritos? (By the way, in more ways than one, it does NOT cost more to eat tofu that Doritos.) I digress. My point is that if this can make me depressed (and if fellow drivers can make me so heated), perhaps I should step back from certain passions, or at least find a way to re-direct them. WWJD? Lame, but if I actually read the Bible, perhaps I wouldn't have to ask.

On a road trip to Charlotte last week my mom came up with this one: What Would Garmin Say? Yikes.