Achoo!

I sneeze hard and loudly, lying down, reading from the Bible. A few seconds later, a text message pops up, reading, “Bleed you”. Obviously, he meant to bless me, but he has big fingers, so we understand when he gets the wrong word from time to time (plus, Siri and the auto-corrections from real and correct words to different words can be very frustrating at times). Okay, awesome. Thank you! And I guess he could hear me across the house, it was so loud.

But there was a photo that came with the message, I recall after I finish what I am reading. I go and open the message, wondering what photo would associate effectively with my sneezing and his sending a blessing my way? Hmm…

But it’s a photo of me… lying here… reading… What on Earth?!

At first, I think he moved one of the security cameras into the room without telling me. But I see no camera. I look at the photo again to see the angle of it… It’s coming from the windowsill. He must have put a camera up there…

But there’s no camera there… I look at the photo again…

This creeper took this photo THROUgh the window! : O

I am stunned at first, but then crack up. So, he apparently wasn’t in the living room or whatever, but had been outside, doing some yard work stuff, and he heard me sneeze through the walls and windows! It really was a loud sneeze! And yes, he still totally pulled a creeper move. However, it is also comical on both fronts. 😛

What a silly and lovely and blessed experience. 😛 Thank you, God. Amen.

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Friday night

Tonight, I think I want to go home after school and just go to bed.

Mom invites us to a family dinner at an awesome Mexico City restaurant, where we go once or twice a year, essentially to celebrate Mexican holidays. (Remember, we’re part Mexican [though, not really].)

We stay there way later than expected, as my brother can’t arrive until an hour after planned, and then we have a lovely time just all being together. Man has to go run errands, and I stay with family. Brother takes me home, and stays to hang out and talk. Man comes after his errands. They have a beer together. It is now almost one A.M.

Seriously? So much for going straight to bed tonight… ugh. Definitely not doing the morning workout, now, and hopefully can get enough sleep to function for the karate training seminar tomorrow. And hopefully I can go to bed early tomorrow night, so that I can be prepared for the part-time job I have to do Sunday (though don’t want to do).

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Little big differences

It’s amazing how much of a difference something small can make in the world at large. Mark Wahlberg sat in a studio and recorded himself praying the various rosaries. That’s what he did. And now I, a person who does not know him and likely never will know him, have found immense support and connection and relation ship with god – as has my man – through these recordings that Mark Wahlberg did.

And it has me wonder how many other people in the world have been having a similar experience…. And all because Mark Wahlberg decided to record the rosary and share it with the world, should the world want to listen to and pray with it. And I am ever grateful for it.

And it has me wonder how the things I do might have similar unexpected and unknown results – just as Mark Wahlberg has no idea how he has so positively and powerfully affected our prayer lives and, therefore, lives. I hope I have more positives – love-filled ones – than negative that I am putting out there all the time.

God, help us all, please, to experience, to be, and to share your love in our lives and, therefore, the world at large. In your name, we pray. Amen.

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All are welcome

Ironically, this song was sung at Mass on Sunday. Tonight, my love was at an event, and he very much had an interaction that specified that all are not welcome there in particular. And that really sucked for me, somehow, I guess considering how he had to be with being unwelcome somewhere, especially somewhere that had seemed so welcoming to him before. It kind of crushed me how there had been an almost 180° turn there. Only those who want to be only here are welcome here… that must be their inner motto there. And I think that is the case for many things right now. It then becomes an “us versus them” battle, when that is so often the case. Why must we keep doing this to ourselves and to one another? Why must we battle each other at all? What is truly in the way of accepting and embracing people exactly as they are, flaws and beauties and all, ourselves included? Why do we resist it so? Because it’s easier in the moment?

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Contribution

In a class tonight for those wishing to become Catholic, a class that was only in its second of about 30 sessions, my honey man made a contribution.

There’s this main book about Catholicism – it has just about everything about Catholicism and the reasons behind the everything – called The Catechism of the Catholic Church. It is very, very big and heavy, with dense text all throughout. It’s extremely informative and interesting to read at all points of it. But it is also a lot and heavy on the brain, especially when it’s all new information and topics to the one reading it.

This is the book recommended for new people to Catholicism to read as their first steps to becoming Catholic.

Intense, right?

Anyway, so, they’re talking about this at the meeting tonight. People are asking questions about all sorts of things at the request of the leaders. The leaders also asked for any general comments or thoughts to be shared, too. My man shares that a less overwhelming but still extremely helpful resource is the YouCat, which is the youth Catechism. It may sounds silly, he said, but it is organized in a very helpful way, where it builds upon itself, and it is easy to read – much easier than the regular Catechism. He shared how it had already been helping him to understand all sorts of things about the Catholic Church and Faith. Several people seemed interested, and the leaders agreed with him. The old guy next to him apparently leaned over and let him know, ‘Imma do that,’ in response to the recommendation.

Great contribution, right? Right!

When he told me about it tonight, I was ecstatic for him. ‘Good job, Honey! Go, you!’ I told him enthusiastically and excited that he felt so strongly about the YouCat that he would speak up and share about it. And then I had the realization of how that could look…

(Mind you, I’m fully unconcerned with how it actually looked to all the people in the class. I just found this particular possible perspective to be a funny one.)

‘Way-to-make a contribution to class while also saying ‘I’m better than all of you,’’ I said to him. We both cracked up at how silly an idea it was, likely with both of us recalling some student or other in our own classes back in school days who were the overly-helpful know-it-alls, even on day one. And he got to be that overly-helpful know-it-all!! 😛

So, that was cute, and I’m grateful for it.

Thank you, God, for these classes, for this man, and for our love for you. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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Sierra

He is preparing to test for his pilot license. I always liked the idea of the pilot’s alphabet, and took strides when I was younger to learn it somewhat. So, on the way home from school one afternoon, I am on the phone with him and decide to get myself back up to speed on the alphabet (seeing a show he knows them all and can support me easily with this, plus I feel like he might enjoy my delight in something he loves [if for different reasons]). I remember more than half of them, but there’s a handful he had to guide me to figure out or just directly tell me.

“Hmm… Okay, let’s see,” I say. “India, Lima, Oscar, Victor, Echo, Yankee, Oscar, Uniform,” I say, slight pauses and a rolling casualness to my list-sounding words.

“Sierra,” he adds….

“What?” I ask him.

He tells me it was another of the ones with which I had struggled. ::facepalm

Honey, I tell him. I wasn’t listing ones I hadn’t remembered. I was saying something.

He’s surprised, and needs me to start again. Before I finish, however, he gets it. He is actually listening this time, instead of passively making sure I was saying only real words in the alphabet. 😛 We cracked up about it, and it was definitely an added delight to my practice session.

Plus, now, as a regular response to one of us telling the other that we love him or her, instead of saying, “I love you, too,” we sometimes reply, “Sierra,” because that had been his response to my declaration during practice that day. 😛 Same meaning, but shorter and filled with extra history and goofiness and meaning.

Total nerds, yes. I know. Sierra.

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Do your worst

How do you show up in the world on your worst days? If someone were to see you for the first time, or meet you, on one of those days, with what impression of you would that someone be left?

Something worth truly considering, I dare to say. And then, depending on the answer, worth altering or transforming.

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Bluebell and Ice Cream

Bluebell and Ice Cream (also properly titled, but not necessarily known as “Bluebell and Pizza) for year number eight was a success. My man went with me, and we rushed over after the cool opera showcase – it was very cool, by the way – that ended at 9pm. We arrived around 9:30, but the party was still in swing, so we had some somewhat melty but cold Bluebell ice cream sandwiches and ice cream, talked with people, and let the dog a bunch. As we were leaving, we ended up with the host, checking out all the furniture she had made in her recent woodworking endeavors, and also playing on and checking the tuning of the piano she recently inherited (though doesn’t yet know how to play). My man, of course, spent the piano time roughhousing with the dog, having a grand ole time that contrasted to the previous ‘people time’ of the party itself. I could totally relate.

Anyway, it was a great evening, and I enjoyed that I enjoyed being social like that.

Thank you, God, for such a blessing as ease in such a setting, and especially for the joy of it all and the extra blessing of balance as we got the two-on-two time with the host and her dog afterward. Thank you. Amen.

P.S. I ran into a buddy from high school at the opera thing – had given him some extra tickets we’d had – and another buddy from high school and college who is an awesome musician, though on the spectrum, so is often a tad over the top or odd in social settings. However, the irony was that the former was a touch awkward and the latter was quite comfortable and fun tonight! It was silly, yet good. I was glad to see and be with them both. And it was especially lovely to have the extra-long hug the musician gave me – he always hugs me when he sees me, though he doesn’t seem to touch most people. He still talked to me while facing a slightly other direction, as though looking for someone ‘somewhere over there’, and he talked in the same upper class British cadence without the accent, as he always does, but it was surprisingly comforting to be in such an unchanged and familiar situation that brought up so many positive memories and feelings. And he told me how I can now watch the opera that he wrote and had performed! Looking forward to watching it on a television soon!

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Tidying

I guess I could use that for now, since it’s here. Would it fit over there? No. It could go here… It’s heavy, though. I’ll have to use the dolly or else ask him to move it. I don’t particularly want to involve him in it, though. … I could just leave it there and still put the stuff in it…(even though that is absolutely absurd and ridiculous…)

Deal. Done. Let’s do it now.

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