April 15, 2009
We aim to please?
So I've begun a "Lift the Lid" campaign in my 836 Central Avenue abode. I'm going to spare you the details on the motivations behind the campaign, but suffice it to say that when I informed my mother that I was about to embark on this venture, she said, "Well, I am glad that someone else is promoting the cause." One of my scruples is to continually ameliorate my immediate surroundings and this is a subcampaign of my larger goal of improving the quality of life for the Brooks Family. Living at home has given me a greater opportunity to observe nature v. nurture in my personality and habits. My preferences for cleanliness and organization appear to be nature, though not immediately hereditary. I think they must have descended from my grandmother; my mother's sister inherited them as well.
April 11, 2009
One of my current favorites
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Calender
Last night Beth won the third level of the Lion's Club speech contest. The refreshments were scrumptious, primarily consisting of bread and cheese platters. A wine bar surprisingly emerged, its presence even more incongruous in the dilapidated, concrete building. Altogether a successful evening. I also completed my first tree climbing of the year; freezing feet cut the event short.
(Just walked home from church after loading chairs for the Easter sunrise service tomorrow.)
Even though I am unemployed, my calender still manages to fill. Over half the boxes have blue scrawl: birthdays, speeches, pub quiz, church, visits to and from, vow renewals, graduations, weddings, etc. Too bad I can't have a career volunteering in the mornings and being a socialite in the afternoons and evenings. It has been a lovely interim, but I do desire an income. (The word "need" will come into play when my parents stop being so patient.) Well, I hear back from at least one organization a week saying they don't have any open positions. Government jobs (for which my resume has me well-suited) are also scarce. I trust that God has a perfect plan.
Have a blessed Easter as we celebrate Christ's victory over death!
Amen.
(Just walked home from church after loading chairs for the Easter sunrise service tomorrow.)
Even though I am unemployed, my calender still manages to fill. Over half the boxes have blue scrawl: birthdays, speeches, pub quiz, church, visits to and from, vow renewals, graduations, weddings, etc. Too bad I can't have a career volunteering in the mornings and being a socialite in the afternoons and evenings. It has been a lovely interim, but I do desire an income. (The word "need" will come into play when my parents stop being so patient.) Well, I hear back from at least one organization a week saying they don't have any open positions. Government jobs (for which my resume has me well-suited) are also scarce. I trust that God has a perfect plan.
Have a blessed Easter as we celebrate Christ's victory over death!
Amen.
April 8, 2009
House Beautiful
I have recently discovered that I am a fan of House Beautiful. Hopefully the library will discard more of their old editions so that I can procure them for $0.10. Don't worry; I don't keep them interminably. I've pared down quite a bit, but am still managing to continue my habit of getting rid of one thing a day. It's amazing how easily "stuff" accumulates. I've read once or twice that it takes three weeks to institute a daily habit. I suppose this and flossing/mouthwash are two successful examples. How long would it take to create a weekly habit? Accountability probably reduces the time for both. I'm rambling now. Au revoir.
P.S. After writing this post, I discovered I could subscribe for a mere $10 for 14 issues ($0.71 each), so I splurged. My room's current lack of aesthetic appeal is sure to bother me even more now, but hopefully I'll be relocating relatively soon.
P.S. After writing this post, I discovered I could subscribe for a mere $10 for 14 issues ($0.71 each), so I splurged. My room's current lack of aesthetic appeal is sure to bother me even more now, but hopefully I'll be relocating relatively soon.
April 7, 2009
Things I Like
Head scarves
Red pens (particularly ball-point)
Candles
My cat, Shrimp
The tree in my backyard
Clean sheets
Well-functioning vacuum cleaners
Literary references
National Geographic
Crossing things off my to-do list
Getting thank-you cards
The United States Postal Service
Wit
Philippians
Red pens (particularly ball-point)
Candles
My cat, Shrimp
The tree in my backyard
Clean sheets
Well-functioning vacuum cleaners
Literary references
National Geographic
Crossing things off my to-do list
Getting thank-you cards
The United States Postal Service
Wit
Philippians
April 6, 2009
SLO
This weekend Donovan joined me for a jaunt to SLO. These ventures to my former abode are always bittersweet for me. I so enjoy visiting people and basking in the charm and comfort of my adopted home, but do tend to mourn my resettlement anew. Still, it was a blessed weekend. The Wesleyians were kind enough to put us up for three nights, and I was able to spend time with many friends: Richie, Steven, Jonathan, Caitlyn, Rocio, Korie, Brent, Carlene, Drew, Scott, Daniel, Stephanie, and my Crossroads church family. Other people, such as David and Kevin and John and Elvis, granted cameo appearances.
Highlights:
Reading my post-apocalyptic novel (compliments of Greg) at Linnea's sunny back garden for a few hours whilst Donovan read critiques on education for his Sociology class.
Encountering a beautifully decorated Cambria store replete with bibelots and a gracious owner who bequeathed a curiously carved five-inch tripod that was the object of my admiration. This was also the source of seashells and sea urchin spines purchased for me by Donovan.
Lunch at Golden China (first time!) with Helen, Lee, and Sam whose long-time friendship with the owners enables them to order non-menu concoctions and wander into the kitchen unescorted to fetch tea.
Fatty's white sauce chicken pizza - $3.80 per person. Nice.
Rum raisin ice cream at Blue's, a fitting end to a delightful repast with Donovan. I'm so pleased they chose to use golden raisins. How wise. Golden raisins are by and large undeservedly ignored.
Teasing Richie.
Listening to Stephanie.
Korie's smile.
Seeing my friends.
Staying up late with Donovan.
The gorgeous drive. I love the eleven million shades of green on the hills near Los Alamos.
It was a lovely trip, and upon my return I was surprised to discover some acquaintances making themselves at home in my room:
I think my mother needs to be more judicious in who she allows to roam the house.
Praise God for His abundant blessings and perfect timing. Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift of Christ Jesus. (2 Corinthians 9:15 paraphrased) Amen!
P.S. I was mad at myself for failing to take a picture of the congregation of ex-Wesleyians and honoraries, but at least Steph captured a few trio shots with her new Mac:
Highlights:
Reading my post-apocalyptic novel (compliments of Greg) at Linnea's sunny back garden for a few hours whilst Donovan read critiques on education for his Sociology class.
Encountering a beautifully decorated Cambria store replete with bibelots and a gracious owner who bequeathed a curiously carved five-inch tripod that was the object of my admiration. This was also the source of seashells and sea urchin spines purchased for me by Donovan.
Lunch at Golden China (first time!) with Helen, Lee, and Sam whose long-time friendship with the owners enables them to order non-menu concoctions and wander into the kitchen unescorted to fetch tea.
Fatty's white sauce chicken pizza - $3.80 per person. Nice.
Rum raisin ice cream at Blue's, a fitting end to a delightful repast with Donovan. I'm so pleased they chose to use golden raisins. How wise. Golden raisins are by and large undeservedly ignored.
Teasing Richie.
Listening to Stephanie.
Korie's smile.
Seeing my friends.
Staying up late with Donovan.
The gorgeous drive. I love the eleven million shades of green on the hills near Los Alamos.
It was a lovely trip, and upon my return I was surprised to discover some acquaintances making themselves at home in my room:
I think my mother needs to be more judicious in who she allows to roam the house.
Praise God for His abundant blessings and perfect timing. Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift of Christ Jesus. (2 Corinthians 9:15 paraphrased) Amen!
P.S. I was mad at myself for failing to take a picture of the congregation of ex-Wesleyians and honoraries, but at least Steph captured a few trio shots with her new Mac:
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