weekend end

It’s 7pm.  Sunday.  Is 7pm too early for bed?   The past 7 days have been exhausting – in a good way.   I walked up stairs and just laid on the landing.  It felt so good.

Not yet.  Soon, but not yet.

In celebration of Saint Patrick’s Day, I’m making a Beef & Guinness Stew with Brown Soda Bread.   So far it smells lovely.  This is my first stew, so I am a bit anxious.   If it turns out well, I will post the recipe.

Tomorrow evening we’ll be heading up north to Berkeley to celebrate proper with some friends – in a bar.  Oh yes.   Prepare to be smashed in with a ton of other people on the day everyone wishes they were Irish.   If for nothing else, just so they could hold their beer and have just one more.   I don’t know if I’ve ever gone out on the actual holiday.  Either a week night or the crowds have always kept me a way.   It’ll be an experience and I’m looking forward to the social time.

I’m enjoying this new peer group.   A Godsend to be sure, they are diverse and full of color.   Some glitter, some shine, some melt into loveliness.   I am feeling more comfortable around Angela, probably because I interact with her more often.   I wish it didn’t take me so long to open up to people and – chill -  But I am what I am and it is all for God’s glory.

Speaking of God – church was great.  Tyler did a bang up job talking about being plugged into Jesus.   A dozen people gave their life to Christ in the service we attended – I imagine there were more in first service.  It’s all so wonderful.   I peeked during the “raise your hand” part.  There was a guy sitting in the lower level.  Older.  Orange colored shirt.   Seeing him raise his hand – he held it high and kept it up.   Such a blessing.   So amazing.  He’s my brother and tho I’ve never met him, one day we’ll get to remember today together.  I will know him and share his experience.  It will be beautiful.

Tomorrow.  I might grab coffee with Lydia before she leaves town.   Work, of course.  Hopefully all’s well with TLP and my developer has been kicking ass over the weekend.   Mark should be finishing up Monkey and Imperial, which means I can launch their sites.   I need to get homework done and go to the gym.  That should pretty much fill my day.

You make everything glorious.

 

today

This morning I met Chris. Chris was standing on the corner with a sign “Will work for food”. For good measure, it had a little Jesus fish. It is difficult for me not to be callous when I see that. I think that the Jesus thing is just to solicit a response – one that involves food or money. I had to check myself. People matter. Period. I had the joy of chatting with him in the parking lot and knowing he’ll have a few good meals.And it was good.Next on huge things for this morning – I wrote a letter to my Aunt. It was addressed to Aunt & Uncle, but really – it was to her. I must have tossed half of my writing tablet in attempts to straighten my thoughts and figure out what to say. Finally – I just wrote and let it be what it was.And it was good.

As for the rest of the day? In celebration of Joel’s birthday, we are lunching at Val’s and will all be suffering heart failure due to clogged arteries. I will not be eating much there – so perhaps I’ll live.

I’m hoping to head into SFO later today. Mark’s family is Irish. Today is the St Patty’s parade in the City. There will be celebration afterwards.

It’s 12:50pm and all’s well.