February Blues

This past week as been quite busy as I have started an exercise class with a couple of my friends, driven to Pasadena twice to visit the grandparents, and continued with voice class, church, swing, etc. Being busy helps fill up the extra brain wattage, but is sure draining. I have a three-day weekend coming up that is filled with meeting friends in Santa Barbara, Santa Paula, Moorpark, and Fillmore. I'm also still attempting to sell Ugandan necklaces as a fundraiser for Grandma's House of Hope (www.grandmashouseofhope.org) and invite people to attend the Retro Prom on February 19 as a fundraiser for the Orange County Human Trafficking Task Force. If you are interested in either, please let me know. It has been a long few days but filled with worthy pursuits. Work is still rather slow as I finished my first round of project ideas and have yet to pick up steam for another one. My pick-me-up for the day was hearing that Jeremy won the first round of his Lion's Club speach contest. It wasn't really a surprise except that I thought the speech was this evening. Cheers!

Continuing to absorb information and stories about the vast levels and incidences of pain, suffering, and cruelty that people inflict on each other also drains me considerably. At times it is difficult for me to juggle the range of my thoughts. How can I spend a half hour trying to figure out what items in my wardrobe could possibly qualify as "retro" for this fundraiser when it does not really matter. Who am I trying to impress? Rather, what rule am I trying to follow? I do not know how one could conduct humanitarian work without the hope of Christ. Even now I do not understand how God allows humans to hurt each other so deeply. I've been studying Isaiah 58 again, which is my career chapter, and I know that His heart is for the oppressed. These are questions with which I have been struggling for several months and may continue to ask my entire life (which is a relatively short period of time). Theories aside, the best examples of healing in my limited experience, do come from His love. I will continue to pursue this (His) way.

Back to the basics

There has been much on my mind of late, but they are the sort of topics that require all or nothing posts: relationships, suffering, destiny, complacency, age, etc.

Yesterday my Grandpa was placed in a nursing home. Evidently this is a facility with an exceptional level of interaction and care, and he does have his own room. I hope that the benefits of social activities (on which he thrives) will overcome his discouragement (and other emotions that I'm sure I'll discover on future visits).

Since I moved to Orange County I've tried to volunteer for various endeavors to no avail. Strangely enough, I have filled out three volunteer applications but nothing has come of them so far. However, I have fallen into two minimal commitment causes. The lesson here is to ask God what He wants you to do instead of trying to rush out and save the world.

I also realize every week how blessed I am to have a job that I somewhat enjoy. There are boring days, but I like it overall. It also has loads of perks: tons of vacation time, 35 hr. work week, flexible hours, fun staff. During the boring times I am reminded of how necessary it is for me to have purpose in my work. That purpose is preferably humanitarian in nature. I don't think I could work solely for a paycheck. My time is too precious to me; I'd have to move to Europe where they get loads of holiday. Americans work too much to earn money to buy things they do not really need. It astounds me how quickly my apartment has filled with minimal expense. Imagine if I was an avid shopper! Of course, I'm fond of stuff, especially items that are visually appealing. That's why I have to curtail the accumulation habit.

I hope that I get to the point one day when God does not have to constantly remind me to come back to the basics. I'm so easily distracted.

1 Bless the LORD, O my soul;

And all that is within me, bless His holy name!

2 Bless the LORD, O my soul,

And forget not all His benefits:

3 Who forgives all your iniquities,

Who heals all your diseases,

4 Who redeems your life from destruction,

Who crowns you with lovingkindness and tender mercies,

5 Who satisfies your mouth with good things,

So that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s. Psalm 103:1-5

Highlights of this past week:

The copious rain

Living alone in my apartment (this makes it to the top of the list quite often)

Spending time with Donovan on Saturday

Seeing my aunt and uncle

Watching a 3D movie for the first time (for only $5)

Being paid to attend a training on personality (though the material was subpar)

Finding vibrant flowers for Beth's 18th birthday

Being reminded that I need to let go and let God

Finally getting a few pictures from Thanksgiving

Thanks for reading. I appreciate your time!

Jeremy Brooks

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2009 --> 2010

My New Year's Eve consisted of traversing the desert to Arizona in order to attend the 1/1/10 wedding in Casa Grande of my old friend Heather Everson and her now-husband Andrew Skiles. Mom accompanied me in order to visit her dear friend Gail Vanderlugt (nee Burns) whom she has known since junior high. Though the company was delightful, it was a tad wearing spending a traditionally boisterous and congenial evening amidst of collection of people with whom one is not previously acquainted. Still, the over-50 consortium managed to stay alert until midnight, minus Mom who conked out at ten (nine our time).

The next morning I drove over to Casa Grande and witnessed Heather and Andrew simply and successfully wed. Heather put together an absolutely adorable slideshow of the two of them aged infant-present that was played immediately after Tom handed her over to Andrew. Also of note was the live string quintet comprised of her cousins. Mom was a trooper to drive back to Fillmore immediately following the wedding. By the way, gas in Casa Grande is a mere $2.38/gallon. However, as I remarked to Mom, I find California worth the price. If you're traveling to AZ in the near future be warned that they are serious about speeders. We saw as many highway patrol cars out as Beth has purses, which should make you cringe if you pushing more than 5mph over the limit. Perhaps the state government needs more money to make up for the cheap gas.

Our playlist for the drive consisted of the best of Petula Clark, James Taylor, Carol King, Simon and Garfunkal, and "Crazy Love" by Michael Buble. (I'm recently on a Buble kick. Even Pop likes him!)

British New Year's vernacular

snog

1. verb; to interface passionately with another being, creating a field of physical obsession and focused arousal +centered+ on the lips, mouth and tongue.

2. verb; to play tonsil hockey

3. verb; to give comfort or show affection to a fellow user of an internet forum. (syn: /lick, /spamHug)

"...the world melts away into a clutter of noise and shadow when we're snogging..."

"...let's snog, baby."

"Awww, sorry to hear that Joslo. /snog."