Hmmmm. I was sure at first that my eyesight was going. But it isn't. There really and truly is a giant, inflatable, illumminated Santa Claus in the backyard of the house across the street on the evening of September the 23rd.
I'm really not sure what I think of that.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
"Brushing one's teeth is at the top of a ladder at whose bottom is the loss of one's soul."
I can hardly contain my laughter. This phrase from "Les Miserables" just made my day. It doesn't matter how many times I read this sentence, it just makes me laugh! Hmmm...perhaps then I can feel a bit less guilty about the time I was too sleepy to brush my teeth before bed. Still laughing here.
And, as a side note, I am typing this while listening to the chapter after the one in which this quote occured, and...causing me to laugh even more...in my half conscious listening I heard the volunteer read the word "lugubrious". I am sure that Victor Hugo had not intended his 5 volume masterpiece to be a work of humor or comedy, but it sure does give me a lot to laugh about while doing dishes and folding laundry. The worst part is that a good deal of my laughter follows the word "lugubrious" which is supposed to bring to mind something sad. Ah, Mr. Hugo, how can I ever thank you for the hours of amusement!
Oh, and just in case you haven't the time to research the context of the quote above, it is in a description of a particular convent in Paris where the nuns all have yellow teeth because brushing one's teeth is apparently very vain. :) Still laughing. It might be a full week before I can keep a straight face.
I can hardly contain my laughter. This phrase from "Les Miserables" just made my day. It doesn't matter how many times I read this sentence, it just makes me laugh! Hmmm...perhaps then I can feel a bit less guilty about the time I was too sleepy to brush my teeth before bed. Still laughing here.
And, as a side note, I am typing this while listening to the chapter after the one in which this quote occured, and...causing me to laugh even more...in my half conscious listening I heard the volunteer read the word "lugubrious". I am sure that Victor Hugo had not intended his 5 volume masterpiece to be a work of humor or comedy, but it sure does give me a lot to laugh about while doing dishes and folding laundry. The worst part is that a good deal of my laughter follows the word "lugubrious" which is supposed to bring to mind something sad. Ah, Mr. Hugo, how can I ever thank you for the hours of amusement!
Oh, and just in case you haven't the time to research the context of the quote above, it is in a description of a particular convent in Paris where the nuns all have yellow teeth because brushing one's teeth is apparently very vain. :) Still laughing. It might be a full week before I can keep a straight face.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Today my husband left his phone home by accident when he left for work.
I had forgotten how long his work day really is. I haven't stopped to think recently about how great a blessing it is to be able to send him messages during his lunch break, to tell him how much I love him, to hear about how work is going, to be able to feel like we are not really that far apart.
Hurry home my beloved.
I pray that I will never, never forget just how wonderful it is to be married to this amazing man.
I had forgotten how long his work day really is. I haven't stopped to think recently about how great a blessing it is to be able to send him messages during his lunch break, to tell him how much I love him, to hear about how work is going, to be able to feel like we are not really that far apart.
Hurry home my beloved.
I pray that I will never, never forget just how wonderful it is to be married to this amazing man.
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