Thank you, global warming, for this lovely day. It seems that summer is loath to leave us, for here we are on September 27 with cheerful temperatures in the 90's. I'm okay if you stay, Summer. Just so long as you promise to leave by October and drop some red and orange and gold leaves behind you.
"Guys, what if Satan sent text messages? That would be so freaky." -- Catherine
"I want to be a mad, frenetic theorist one day and sit around spewing ideas and philosophies and drinking vodka and eventually getting syphilis. Yeah. That's what I want to do." -- Poet Lad (Did I peg him or did I peg him?)
"Yeah. I'm getting married." -- Betsey (BETSEY AND LUKE ARE ENGAGED! I seriously do not have enough words to contain my excitement!)
Now I'm overcome...
After much vacillation and prodding from my athletic, victorious girl friends, I went to frisbee Wednesday night. It wasn't as terrible as I thought it would be; the guys on my team were especially kind and encouraging and even threw to me--despite the fact that I possessed the two great curses to frisbee success, being both new and a girl. So that was a big step. I really appreciated Meghan, too; I just met her about a week ago, but I already like her. We randomly passed each other on the field last night and very smoothly and naturally fell into a side hug and she looked up at me and said, grinning, "How's it going?" That was probably the best part of my day.
I'm reading "Richard III" now and it's very complicated, particularly since my knowledge of the British tango between queens and kings and dukes and lords and whatever else is poor. But I really like how bold and plainly evil Richard is; it's more heartening to meet true villains in literature than to try to point them out in real life. There are gradations of wickedness in reality. But not in drama! No, we have pure, untouched evil. I enjoy that because you can point at a character and say, "Now this, this is evil." It's rare to get that chance in life. Wow, get this: "And thus I clothe my naked villainy/with odd old ends stol'n forth of Holy Writ,/And seem a saint when most I play the devil." That's so clever and delightfully malevolent; you almost admire him for being such a demon.
Listening to Josh Ritter, whom I love... It's 12:03. I have an advising appointment tomorrow morning. And a quiz about Hiroshima that I should probably be studying for... but I feel so peaceful and so uninspired to do anything productive. Not sleepy at all. That mug of white tea probably won't help much with the whole sleep thing.
Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. Colossians 3:13
I am trying to learn more about forgiveness. How to practice it, what it looks like, who I need to show it to. It's tricky. "Everyone says forgiveness is a lovely idea until they have someone to forgive" (C.S. Lewis). I'm still not convinced that I know what to do about forgiveness. How do you make your heart feel something--namely, forgiveness--that it doesn't want to? Or is forgiveness a feeling? And can it be forced? Or is it something that we have to rely on God to do through us, because on our own strength we couldn't actually forgive anyone at all? Too many close questions; too many far away answers.
And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity. Colossians 3:14