Somehow I went to bed last night and actually fell asleep before the sun came up. That was Super Duper Hooray Item #1. Then I woke up early this morning and went to church with my dad, which was S.D. H.I. #2. While I was at church, I ran into my old boss from Sacramento that I nannied for, S.D. H. I. #3, and got to see my former charges, Bran and the Bug. S.D.H.I. #s 4 and 5. And after that, my dad and I went to breakfast: no crowds, a delicious omelet, and my dad was pleased to note that there was no banana cream pie in stock, S.D.H.I. #6. Then I came back to my place and hung out with my sister and brother and dad and then I went to go study French, but instead I took a nap, the eighth S.D.H.I.  Also, I finished a good book. All in all, it’s been a good day.

And I have to say I feel fresher. No, no, this isn’t turning into a Calgon commercial. And yet . . . No! This will not turn into a Calgon commercial.

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So I went walking in the woods by the Little Miami River yesterday. Afterwards I came home and accidentally took a nap that lasted until just now. Argh.

The air was tinged with cold but the sky was fresh and blue, and I found myself remembering that Spring was coming. I remembered the times I’d been there before: that day Mark and I went swimming and he practically killed himself trying to save my flipflop from being carried downstream, the day I sat on the sandbank talking to Simon on the phone and then left to go sit by my mom’s bedside, the day I trampled through the underbrush and found a forgotten field nearby and almost got arrested. I looked up at the sparse trees and thought, I remember the way the sunlight dappled through the leaves and danced in magic shadows on the ground. I remember how the breeze was so warm and the wildflowers in the tall grasses popped with fornicating insects. The ground was green with shoots of grass and pocked with footprints where the recent rain had turned it muddy. And I thought it was so lovely then, it was so alive.

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So I spent some time today looking up some other blogs and came across a goldmine of those of Christian women. Eureka! Most of the writers are wives and/or mothers who seem to take the task very seriously, blogging about the need for more patience with thier children or the way they’ve been treating thier husband, neither of which I have current personal experience with. I appreciate their consistent focus on trying to follow the model set out for them in the Bible, and I admit some self-disdain when I realize that I will probably never be like that. I think to myself, that’s probably the sort of woman Simon wants (which, yes, does beg the question of, Well then why did he ever date you?).

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