A day off from work
and a run to DI with my sisters for a desk.
A perfect, old, wooden one
with a roll-top
like a bread box we used to have.
White paint and old clothes
and all day long
turns an old desk into a new one.
and a run to DI with my sisters for a desk.
A perfect, old, wooden one
with a roll-top
like a bread box we used to have.
White paint and old clothes
and all day long
turns an old desk into a new one.
Going to see fireworks.
The only time mom will allow us to ride in the bed of the truck.
Lying down
watching the telephone lines
and the clouds
and the tops of the trees fly by.
Recruiting willing and not-so-willing people
for ward choir.
Some of us sounded lovely.
Lunchtime with dad.
Chopsticks
and a silly fortune cookie encounter.
Reassuring words
from my wonderful pen-pal in Argentina
that left a smile on my face for the rest of the day.
A fantastic new building
called a temple
full of light and the spirit
and chandeliers that take your breath away.
Twice.
Once on Tuesday.
Once on Saturday.
Staying in bed until 3:00 PM
with an upset stomach
and Screwtape Letters.
Stealing mom's car
for a date with Becca
and a yummy pork salad with guacamole.
Finding the perfect gift
in an unexpected place for a long lost friend.
Opting for the long route home from work
through the canyon
rather than taking the freeway.
Stress free
and just dazzling.
A reunion with institute and old friends
in a building
chock full of memories.
A "fishing trip" with no poles or bait or licenses
that became instead
desperate searches for friends who had no cell phone reception.
Tin foil dinner around the campfire.
Mmmm.
Making the acquaintance
of a kindred spirit
and trying not to make a fool of myself
when I couldn't find my way.
LATE arrival to a party.
I made it just in time for the good stuff.
Cheese puffs,
hot dogs
and small talk.
Crying with joy for a friend
who is more like a sister.
Card games
and star gazing on the lawn.
Batting away mosquitoes.
Heads on one another's stomachs
and trying not to laugh.
Costco lasagna at the church building
and cookies.
I was more social than usual.
It was refreshing.
Lying underneath
the tree that creates giant apricots
and another tree that won't stop making cherries.
Hidden away from everyone but my family
and that ever more present friend Happiness.
The sunset
wouldn't leave me alone
and it made me jealous of myself.
Staying up late
bugging mom and dad
with the boys.
Staying up even later after saying we'd go to bed.
Ping pong tournaments
into all hours of the night.
I won. :)
Immediate regrets
when my alarm clock buzzed this morning.
Snooze button.
5 times.
Wearing a skirt to work
just because.
Okay, maybe that's a lie.
I should probably do laundry.
And I say I have no life.
I think I should "have no life" more often.
I like being me. :)

6 comments:
What a fun and blissful week! I am jealous of you too...your events and your writing skills. Glad the pen pal is still writing. :)
Sarah, you are simply amazing! I just love reading your writings and when you publish your first book, I'll buy the first copy. You make me think that if I really tried, maybe I could get creative, too. It just seems to flow naturally out of you. Thanks for sharing your talent.
Oh Sarah, I do love your writing. I feel I am where you are and I love the phrase, "I am jealous of me". Ahhh. What a writer you are. it's a gift. Keep using it for good!
I love this. :)
Also, the Skrewtape Letters is GREAT.
Another thing- please post more. :)
Sarah, I really should read your blog more often! It's fantastic.
I wish I lived closer. I'm pretty sure we'd be good friends. :)
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