|Mountain Lake Biological Station, August 2009|
Every Sunday, I spend my morning twisting my hair around my finger and thinking about my life. I get ready while thinking about the Saints in Taiwan. I spend the 5 minute car ride to church panicking about the things I have failed to do that week. I spend the first hour in church near tears about the enormous responsibility of being a member of the kingdom of God. By the end of Sunday I have forgotten that the load I carry is too heavy to bear.
I keep thinking tomorrow is the day that I get to go to the temple. And then I remember it's a 5th Tuesday.
The South Korean/Taiwan argument leaves me feeling confused.
The South Korean/North Korean/China/US military skirmish leaves me feeling vulnerable.
Did you know that 'fun' is a noun? I've never thought about its place in the grammar world before yesterday. But it is most decidedly a noun. Like 'love'. Or 'hope'.
I really like the Dominoes Mexican Train game. The more I play, the bigger the gap I lose by. And yet, shuffling all the dominoes reminds me of friends and good conversation and I wonder if this is why people like mahjong.
I wish I knew what happened to my short story entitled, The Egg. It was possibly the closest I have ever come to a good story or pretend good literature. Watching Wongfu Productions' movies makes me think that it would make a good movie too.
What constitutes some great thing? I think I keep hoping that I will accomplish some great thing in my life. But I barely can handle the little things... like eating lunch or eating breakfast... or doing my laundry... or figuring out how to create a dll...
Makoto didn't play yesterday. And his team didn't win. They just tied AGAIN.
Kato got pulled over on Wednesday by a really nice cop who tried to make small talk. It's a little unnerving for a cop to tell you he is familiar with your street when you are 3 hours away from home. Especially when you don't know if he's just about to hand you a ticket.
Although I lead a busy life that has its daily random adventures, I secretly wish I was a creature of habit who spends her evenings cooking meals, doing laundry and dishes and ends up curled up with a good book.
I miss Asia every day. I wish I didn't. I wish I could turn off my heart. And my thoughts.