i'm surprised i even woke up this morning. last night i got 2 "wrong numbers" after midnight and wouldnt be called an "early bird" these days. i had contemplated committing to clean for a lady at 8am on a saturday, but hey--it's a job and every little bit helps. so yes, the blaring alarm got me out of bed (not just to hit the snooze and fall back down again, as is my habit lately) and i was actually out of the house a few minutes earlier than planned.
she cracks me up. always smiling and laughing about something, always a story to tell, whether it's her kids or grandkids, or neighbors. part of me wonders at times why she trusts a "stranger" to clean while she leaves for work or errands, but then i remember oh yeah, that's one of the blessings of being fellow God-followers...you're not a complete stranger..you can immediately connect in your relationship with Him and realize you're "family." :) so today i cleaned an old, wooden playhouse, no doubt used for years and years. it definitely wasnt the typical plastic, everything-is-safety-proof-for-kids-under-12-&-labeled-with-warning-stickers houses they make today. it was cute, with silk roses in the worn flowerbox on the front porch and faded white paint peeling everywhere. it took me back to childhood memories, when my cousin and i would play house in her wooden cottage with the 2 part door (my favorite part) and the bunk bed above a very cramped kitchen. ahh but now those days have flown away, and the closest i can get to them is hosing off cob-webbed dishes for children half my height.
one o'clock. time to call a friend. we talked for 2 hours & 40 minutes, to be exact. but each minute was well-spent, and i drank in the knowledge she shared about africa, trying to translate it to indian terms. let's just say i have a lot to chew on, and it will be a tougher meal to swallow than i am expecting...and yet...one that will [if the Lord is willing] sweep away all other tastes i've tried before. i'm realizing more and more how utterly dependent i have to be on God to make this whole india thing happen. he's quite simply and yet so complexly the only one who could pull it all off. i'll share more musings on that another day.
dinner rolled around and i've been really wanting to make fish. not exactly sure how to conquer my little albertsons' salmon fillet from the seafood section, i took a knife to it (admittedly a quite dull one, since none other was to be found). poor fish. the goal was to separate the skin from the meat. was the goal accomplished? only half-way. i kept laughing and thinking what i'd do if i was in india and i actually had to fish for and chop up that salmon myself. well, i decided to just leave the skin on and dress it up, except that i didnt have some of the ingredients called for by my oh-so-handy cookbook. solution? make it up. so a few minutes later, my salmon fillet--covered with crushed cheez-its and basil and parmesian cheese--went into the oven. i think it wouldve tasted the most excellent it could have tasted if the accompanying rice didnt cook so fast and burn. but hey, if i missed pulling out any bones there was nothing to worry about since i couldnt distinguish them from the cheez-its anyways.
well...tomorrow is sunday and i'm looking forward to church and spending time with Jesus along with those in my church family.
goodnight to you who read this. and if you dont, well that's alright with me. its just some thoughts of the day. :)
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