It’s 2 am and I am wide awake listening to the sounds of my home-sweet-home, sipping tea, and being thankful that these nights don’t occur as often as they used to. Oddly, I’m not upset by it. Still, I hope the Tylenol PM will kick in soon.
Basketball and Chickens
I found myself on the wrong side of enemy lines with a mother from YaYa’s team. Unable to capture a good picture of the game, I turned my camera to the scoreboard for the daily photo. My action lead to a discussion on blogging. The other mother, whom I am only now getting to know, recently decided to start a blog. Her goal in doing so was to sift through the negative thoughts that have been clouding her world in the past year and find her more positive side.
While the crowd surrounding us made a few not-so-nice comments regarding our team, we talked further on this topic. And the game went on…
The ball was flying through the air, kids were racing up and down the court, and everyone was holding their breath. Time was running out and the score was within a shot of a win (or loss).
In less than a minute we’d know but, until then, we’d continue to hold our enthusiasm in reserve.
Fat Tuesday
The workings of a really great post were swirling around in my head earlier tonight. Unfortunately, they got lost somewhere between dinner and home. So, all you get is this…
It’s the Tuesday before lent officially begins. Often referred to as Fat Tuesday, Mardi Gras, or Shrove Tuesday, this day is one of fattening up on rich foods in preparation for fasting and prayer — for some that is. For others, it is a day of confession. And, for many, it is just another day.
In preparation for my planned break from Facebook (FB) and Twitter, I’ve removed the apps from myPhone. Additionally, I’ve temporarily deactivated my FB account. Call me paranoid, but I don’t want to return from my leave to find my walls slathered with graffiti I would normally delete immediately. Besides, one never knows when FB will changed their rules on privacy settings — AGAIN. During the coming weeks, I want to be able to walk away and not look back until I am ready to do so.
I realize that I am not making any real sacrifice here. It’s not like I am giving up blogging or running (not that I’m doing much of that). It’s more of a gift (of time and reflection) than a sacrifice.
Although I am not fasting in any way, I am happy to take part in the indulgence of rich foods, friendship, and fun on this Tuesday night. As for confession, I guess I’m not that good of a Catholic girl. The only confession I’ve made is to my dear friend, Wendy. I’m pretty sure that God already knows what I’ve done anyhow.
As for YaYa, he is considering a fast from computer games, television, or sweets. Now, THAT is real sacrifice. Still, if he gives it up, I guess I do too.
on the rocks
This, coupled with some rather tasty Mexican food kicked off a rather nice evening.
I laughed; I cried. I talked incessantly — even to perfect strangers. Most of all, I enjoyed being 100% myself which comes easy with you’re with friends who are doing the same.
holy and hole-y
YaYa dressed in record time this morning. Perhaps it was the fact that his school day would have a Mardi Gras festival followed by Valentine’s Day parties. Perhaps it was the fact that it was a day for free dress (bottoms) with either pink, red, or white (tops) instead of the usual Catholic School uniform. The why didn’t much matter to me; I was just happy to have a day off from hounding.
It also afforded us another trip to Peet’s. There was only one problem…