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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Trust, and let God

Funny how, when we just trust in God, and we do what we truly feel is what is consistent with who’s kid how we want to be in life, things just fall somewhat perfectly into place. We’ve been working hard to figure out something these past several months. Phone calls and internet research and meetings have happened. We finally accepted the fate we didn’t want, and went with what seemed to be the best option of that particular fate.

In preparation for that to begin, I looked to see what final things I wanted us to do before the program started. From that, I knew I wanted to go to a particular location. We went there today. It was awesome, as I expected. And the thought popped up for me to ask about this whole fate-we-didn’t-love-but-had-accepted situation. And so, despite my fear, I asked.

And God gave us this spectacular answer that altered everything, and made it even cooler than we had originally been hoping to have it be. Blown away.

Thank you, God.

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Have your cake…

But don’t eat it…?

Twice now, within a few weeks, I have attended a birthday celebration for a child’s first birthday. (To be clear, they were for two different children.) In both cases, when it came time for that special cake smash and devour, the baby was utterly disinterested in the cake. Dads stuck a finger-full of icing into the baby’s mouth. The baby showed no interest in finding more of the sugary stuff to eat, let alone touching it.

And it has me wondering, Are babies already clear that they want the healthy stuff, but we just condition them to like the junk??????????(!!)

A bit scary, I think…

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Airport hotels

Yeah… going forward, I want just to go ahead and go home on the late-night flight, instead of having to stay a single night at a hotel near the airport. I’m not a fan of this whole unpacking and repacking for a single night thing, especially at the somewhat overpriced mediocre hotels near the airports. I dislike getting home after midnight and all, but, if I don’t have to be anywhere early the next day anyway, I’d rather be at home in my own bed already.

God, grant us safe travels, especially tomorrow, please. Thank you for such a positive and beneficial trip for us all. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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Whoops

“We forgot to close the trunk,” he says after getting something out of the car as we get ready for bed last night. “And by ‘we,’ I mean ‘I.’”

Oh, no… ‘When we got the bags out last night?’ In the rain.‘ Yep. So, it’s totally soaked.’ He affirms again. Yikes. We agree to open it up in the morning, if it isn’t raining then.

Fast forward to today. Weather is gorgeous. We spend time playing with the dog in the house while all talking. Great time. We also chase and destroy flies with our wetted fabric napkins. Much success. We go to a much-too-late lunch, have ice cream as we stroll around the old city square. We go to the grocer for things for dinner and tomorrow. We open the trunk to put groceries in it…

We forgot about drying the trunk out. ::massive face palm

It is already sprinkling again.

We get home after work idiocy with roundabouts and something about going a different way on them, in order to unwind from circling so many times to the left… turning to the right…

Anyway, we play in the backyard with the dog for a while, then finally make and have dinner and hang out and start a movie, and we then finally get ready for bed… at which point my man walks outside and takes the rug liner out of the trunk and sets it on the front porch.

Good thing rain isn’t forecast for all day tomorrow or anything… ::facepalm for forgetfulness and distraction today!

Hopefully, it will dry out well with this lower humidity, and the trunk can dry out, too! Fingers crossed!

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Arrived

Things have improved much on our trip. We talked through some things last night and this morning, and cleared up some important points in how we each were relating to the trip and aspects of it. We had a slightly tough start at the Jack Daniel’s Distillery, but ended up having a lovely time throughout it, and then an awesome time visiting with my sister tonight. We both tend to get very defensive, very quickly, so it is certainly a process to stop relating to things as a potential threat or unkindness from which e must defend ourselves… but we are improving as a whole, and I am certainly grateful for that!

I think this will be a lovely visit with my sister tomorrow and Monday morning. Thank you, God, for these blessings so far. Please, help us to continue to honor you through our love in all its forms. In your name, I pray. Thank you. Amen.

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Doors

Maybe it’s a pull and not a push, I wonder as I begin actually to focus my attention on the couple just ahead of me, the wife currently attempting to open a double glass door to the next portion of the museum…

It hits all three of us at about the same time, just as they shift apart a bit, and I can actually see the door…

It isn’t a door… not at all…

As if in reproach, the doors make themselves utterly known as we move a few yards to the side to find them:

However, to be fair, they were push doors! So, she had the right idea, but just at the wrong spot.

We three talked about it and laughed as we went through the actual doors. When we then all chuckled some more about it as they overheard me explaining to my man what had just happened, and I pointed it out to him, he commented to the older couple, ‘The cleaning person is probably gonna be like, ‘Uhp! More idiots’ finger prints to clean off today!’ And, for some reason, we all really cracked up at that – even the lady herself. I guess we could just picture that exact thing happening, and we wondered how many people did that every day. It is, after all, directly where the walkway leads from the front section…

Fun times at the Parthenon, y’all. And yes, Nashville has a full-scale Parthenon. It was quite bizarre and cool.

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Meant to be

Naturally, I didn’t want to go to the meeting, as it was so late in the evening (6-8pm) and far away from home, both on a school night.

Naturally, I didn’t leave until almost 8:45pm, because I was having such a great time.

I guess that’s how it goes when we end up where we’re meant to be.

Thank you, God, for such a blessing as this new rodeo committee seems like it will be and already has been so far. Amen.

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