outside my window. . .
The day is cooler than this past week. Actually it feels cooler now than when I ran this morning, though perhaps it was just the heat reflecting off the track. I was going to write this on the porch, but when I say "cooler" it still means nearly eighty degrees. The breeze is nice, the grass is long, and I unfortunately have no sweet tea.
I am listening to. . .
MPR's The Current, which I shamelessly promote to all my music-loving friends. Listen, fall in love, contribute and proselytize. Also: Peter Bradley Adams [via @BMick], The Avett Brothers [via co-worker Emily], and a lot of Ryan Adams. Highly anticipating Wilco (The Album) as it's dropping in t-minus three days.
I am thinking. . .
Pondering really. About grad school, houses and girls. Not really in that order, but they're all present within my mind.
I am thankful. . .
For air conditioning - I'm far, far from being a warm-weather person, and my life would be some sort of hell without an A/C unit in my bedroom. For friendships that encourage me to use my brain and heart, reigniting passions within me that had dulled to near-nonexistence. For iced teas and iced coffees. For my job.
from the learning room. . .
Nothing much, unfortunately. With classes over for the summer I have embraced the slacker-lifestyle: reading a lot of non-fiction and immersing myself into Battlestar Galactica. I need to be thinking/preparing for a couple of things: GRE, ACSM [American College of Sports Medicine] accreditation, CPR/First aid certifications.
from the kitchen. . .
My fridge and cupboards are almost empty. I'm not around much during the summer, and usually eat pretty lightly for breakfast and dinner. I probably should do dishes this weekend.
I am wearing. . .
Shorts. With the heat most of my housemates and I have been wandering around the house in our underwear. It really was too hot for clothes. Since it's a bit cooler today I reinstated the idea of wearing more than just my underwear.
I am hoping. . .
To understand a great mystery. That we figure out our living situation [we need one or two more guys for the fall]. That Josh and I will be able to end our game of phone tag.
I am creating. . .
I restarted work on my story/screenplay again. Trying to work the kinks out of the plot so I can start with the dialogue.
I am praying. . .
For community. For friendship. For forgiveness. For wisdom. For justice. For babies.
around the house. . .
The house has been incredibly empty this summer, which doesn't necessarily bother me, but it is nice to hang out with folks. Since we're down two guys and our schedules and trips are all over the place, we don't spend much time together. I'm supposing that this fall will be different, but who knows.
I am reading. . .
I took a short break from For Whom the Bell Tolls to reread the last two Harry Potter books [inspired to do so by @JenniferVM and the upcoming movie]. I'm halfway through number seven, so it will be back to Hemingway soon enough. I've been thinking of starting up a theology book, but I'm not entirely sure I'll have the drive to commit to that.
one of my favorite things. . .
Currently I, and my co-workers, are on a crossword kick. Unfortunately our boss put the kibosh on that the other day. It's fun to take down a challenging puzzle as a group. Also, since this post was inspired by Mon, hanging out with the Ghalis is another favorite "thing" of mine. I've been able to hangout with Mark several times this summer and I must say that I've missed him, I hope that he returns to Iowa after his Egyptian adventures. And I have had a couple of chances to be around the parental-Ghalis, and have been encouraged and felt the presence of wisdom among them. And in a bit of time I'll get to spend time with Monica, which I'm looking forward to a little bit.
a few plans for the rest of the week. . .
Tonight: church, a movie, hangs outs? Tomorrow: golf, soccer [U.S.? Wow] and reading. The week: my boss will be gone, so I'm sort of filling in for him. But it should be a light week, with the holiday coming up and all. And perhaps this will be the week that I come out of disc golf retirement to shoot a round with Brandon and Mark, so hopefully we'll get some good weather for that.
a picture thought i am sharing. . .
My dad and I are going to Montana to fish in July, so this is a photo of things-to-come, but with me doing the flycasting and maybe holding up a huge fish. Maybe. you have my love.
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