I'm always curious about who actually reads this here blog. If you wanted to leave a comment and say "Hey, I do!" or something like that, that would be awesome. You could even ask a question or write a haiku if you feel so inclined.
Really though, I'd love to know who my Minnesota visitors are. Homenum revelio!
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Hit Me With Your Best Shot
Fire awaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaay.
That Eddie Schwartz sure has a way with words. And that Pat Benatar sure knows how to sing those words.
Today I got hit with a lot of somebody's best shots at reminding me why it's so awesome to be alive.
I was hit with the realization that graduation is a mere thirty nine days away, and I'll be leaving Laie and the island ten days after that, with no idea of when I'll be back. As sad as that may be, it helped me reflect a bit on these past three years and how much I've loved being here. There are so many places and people and foods and experiences I'm going to miss when it's finally time to leave. It's been good times, that's for sure.
There are so many people I am so lucky to have in my life, and sometimes it takes a little technological magic (know as Skype) to remind me of that. Yesterday I had a magnificent chat with one of my Maryland favorites and today I had some Skype and gchat magic happen with the fam-jam (in three different states!). Going back "home" after Jerusalem hasn't been something I've been dreading, but it also hasn't been something I've been looking forward to immensely either. At least for now, that's changed.
And finally, I was hit with the realization that my plans for the next couple of years, however nascent they may currently be, are one of the few things providing me any form of motivation or scholastically related happiness at the moment. I'm excited to see how it all turns out, and that's quite the improvement from the way I've been feeling about it all for the past few months.
Strangely, my photo collection is lacking in the gun/shooting device department, so here, have a picture of a beautiful sunset.
That Eddie Schwartz sure has a way with words. And that Pat Benatar sure knows how to sing those words.
Today I got hit with a lot of somebody's best shots at reminding me why it's so awesome to be alive.
I was hit with the realization that graduation is a mere thirty nine days away, and I'll be leaving Laie and the island ten days after that, with no idea of when I'll be back. As sad as that may be, it helped me reflect a bit on these past three years and how much I've loved being here. There are so many places and people and foods and experiences I'm going to miss when it's finally time to leave. It's been good times, that's for sure.
There are so many people I am so lucky to have in my life, and sometimes it takes a little technological magic (know as Skype) to remind me of that. Yesterday I had a magnificent chat with one of my Maryland favorites and today I had some Skype and gchat magic happen with the fam-jam (in three different states!). Going back "home" after Jerusalem hasn't been something I've been dreading, but it also hasn't been something I've been looking forward to immensely either. At least for now, that's changed.
And finally, I was hit with the realization that my plans for the next couple of years, however nascent they may currently be, are one of the few things providing me any form of motivation or scholastically related happiness at the moment. I'm excited to see how it all turns out, and that's quite the improvement from the way I've been feeling about it all for the past few months.
Strangely, my photo collection is lacking in the gun/shooting device department, so here, have a picture of a beautiful sunset.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Summa-summa time. Part 3b.
Evidence that we did more than just stare at all that good looking produce. Check out the strawberry juice stains on that cute girl on the left.
Summa-summa time. Part 3.
These are not going in any sort of chronological order. It's more of a "Well, I can say something about that picture right now." order.
As my aunt dropped my off at home the night I arrived in Maryland, I looked up at the house and stared. Then laughed. Then stared some more. My mom and step-dad had strings running from the roof to the ground, all across the front of the house, ostensibly for beans, but at this point they were completely bare.
I laugh at how eccentric my parents are. Often, in fact. However, I admire them for how dedicated they are to their lifestyle, and certainly appreciate the bounty it provides. It wouldn't be much of an exaggeration to say that there were no more than a handful of meals we shared this summer that didn't have something from their garden. I would often walk into the kitchen to find my step-dad in the midst of canning tomato sauce or jam that they were putting away for the winter.
We ate tomatoes, figs, apples, strawberries, artichokes and beans (oh the beans!), along with the multitude of herbs they have all around the yard.
As my aunt dropped my off at home the night I arrived in Maryland, I looked up at the house and stared. Then laughed. Then stared some more. My mom and step-dad had strings running from the roof to the ground, all across the front of the house, ostensibly for beans, but at this point they were completely bare.
I laugh at how eccentric my parents are. Often, in fact. However, I admire them for how dedicated they are to their lifestyle, and certainly appreciate the bounty it provides. It wouldn't be much of an exaggeration to say that there were no more than a handful of meals we shared this summer that didn't have something from their garden. I would often walk into the kitchen to find my step-dad in the midst of canning tomato sauce or jam that they were putting away for the winter.
We ate tomatoes, figs, apples, strawberries, artichokes and beans (oh the beans!), along with the multitude of herbs they have all around the yard.
If you haven't eaten a fig straight from the tree, you do not know what you're missing in life.
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