[I've always liked that number. It's very satisfying.]
So here's my birthday post. Let's go.
Logistics: I didn't really do very much. I'd been down to visit my brother in Tuscaloosa, where we had a very good time, so I spent Wednesday morning driving back up. And going on a walk with my dog. And shrieking with horror when aforesaid dog got into a fight with the mutt down the street. And falling on my knees and holding his head when he couldn't walk on his poor little foot. Um, TRAUMA.
But I am planning to celebrate with my dear Samford people on Saturday. I made cupcake petit fours with pink icing in anticipation.
Thoughts. Deep Thoughts. Deep, Serious, Morbid-but-Important Thoughts: What with Ms. Betty and some recent medical tests and turning 21 (less than 10 years til 30. Solemn look), I've been thinking about how fragile and fleeting are our lives. Cliche? Yes. I guess what I mean is that I've been feeling my mortality. And the only conclusion it's pushed me to is that I do not want to spend my life chasing the rabbit trails of my doubts about God when death is so close. Now? How to live that out. I'm open to suggestions.
Drinks for all my friends. I wanted to get a Vermouth Bianco, because that is the drink on the picture I like so much. And it's fun to say.
But Bottega didn't have it on the menu. Hmph. So I got champagne instead. It was ok. But THEN, the waiter brought us DESSERT WINE (gratis), which was AMAZING. Why don't people just drink that instead of regular wine? That's what I'm asking. ***
In other news, I am finally (finally finally) BACK from allll my travels. Well, except for the trek I get to make tomorrow to Samford. Then I get to stay in one place for more than five days. For - gasp - a whole week. Which I am very ready for. Because I love to go places and do things, but I also like routine and rhythm and not running around the country like a crazy person.
But while I was gone, I learned to ski. Yes I did. In Utah, no less. I was afraid that it would be terribly hard and I would be miserable because I'm not athletic, etc.
Instead, I fell in love.
Skiing was not miserable. It was absorbing and fun and addictive. I went to sleep at night thinking about it and woke up thinking about it. The second day was the very best because I learned that in fact you do not lean uphill. Instead you commit to going down the mountain and let gravity pull you as you ride on one foot and float the other, and then let the other foot fall and float and you feel graceful and breathless and free.
Beloved, listen to me - don't believe all that you see
and don't you ever let anyone tell you
that there's anything that you need
but Me
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