This afternoon my good friend Megan and I made a trip to our local junk store. Spotting a collection of newly-arrived perfume bottles, she informed me of their presence. After making my way towards them, I found they were a group of old Avon cologne decanters. Nestled amongst the lot was a happily-familiar black bottle in the form of an old-fashioned schoolroom desk, complete with an apple perched on top. It was just the same as the little decanter my mother used to have sitting atop her piano when I was a boy. Responding jubilantly, I
bought it. Now it sits next to my laptop here bringing me much joy.
-four sweet gourds...three on my
bookshelf, one on my coffee table; lovely as-is, or sanded
lightly and waxed to accentuate their pallid, ochre tones; possibly
even primed and painted in bold navy and yellow...
Yesterday, I finally gave in and dismantled my old standing fan. In spite of many applications of WD-4O over the last couple of years, I was unsuccessful in getting it to stop squeaking, and a squeaking fan I cannot tolerate.
Anticipating a wall art crafting project in the near future, I happily salvaged the fan's wire caging and am now looking forward to a productive trip to the local hardware store for supplies. I'm thinking: high-gloss spray paint in exquisite colors, the addition of old brass or bronze pieces to the caging, and mirrors!
It must be true that I am a simpler person than I imagine. Evidence of this is found in the fact that I am delighted to no end that today I discovered why my vacuum cleaner, for two years, has worked so poorly: a massive clog of carpet lint! I had no idea.
The vacuum works properly now, my carpet is clean, and I feel that a sense of hope -or even justice- has been restored to me...
Opening my door this morning
to let in the emerging sun, I discover a surprise, and that is the
evidence that some winged creature has partaken of my new birdbath,
indicated by the water-soaked pavers beneath.
Something interesting recently happened to me. I've been sober
from alcohol for a little while now. The other evening I was standing
next to someone who was lighting up a fat joint. Of course, I ought
to have moved away. I felt like I wanted to smoke, and had they
offered it to me, I believe I might have done so. I was pretty worn
out for several reasons by the end of the night and when I went to
bed I had difficulty sleeping. When I awoke, I did not feel well. In
fact, throughout the day, I felt pretty badly - somewhat like I felt
when I was hungover from alcohol in the not-too-distant past.
was exhausted from my physical exertions of the previous day,
certainly, but I believe that my loving God allowed me to have the
hangover that I would have had had I smoked that weed. He knew that
desire was in my heart and his Son's own words tell me in the Bible
that committing a sin in my heart is as good as doing it in real
time. I also understand that I must move away from the sins that I
have held on to lest they lead me right back to the very dark places
the Lord has recently brought me out from and that I do not want to
return to (alcohol).
"...being confident of this,
that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion
until the day of Christ Jesus." -Philippians 1:6