Meg's Musings

Reverie

Another weekend. And I got to spend it here. I don’t know the last time I had nearly a month of weekends here (well, not counting NCTE). David was here and we did Lansing things. Things I want him to share and know if I’m going to give them up. We had Fleetwood for breakfast (and he asked if they served Fleetwood Mac & Cheese. The waitress was nonplussed), then wandered out to Wooden Skate (my brother and I went to school with the Durow girls—Kim had a son two months ago for those who care!), hung out in the EL Barnes & Noble (one of the many things I like about him is that he too can waste hours in a bookstore), ate at Charlie Kang’s, and rented a chick flick (Failure to Launch) and really enjoyed being at a church together that wasn’t new. Fun to see some of my favorite people afterwards too. I love that! Fellowship! Yipee!

Past that, other thoughts include:

A) Winter cat is better than summer cat. Her fur fills out and she’s extra-lux. Makes me understand why trappers used to hunt in the winter. Also, she gets cold and extra cuddly. I like that in a cat.

B) It troubles me no end and makes me roll my eyes that one of my students used Harold and Kumar go to White Castle as evidence in a persuasive writing that love at first sight exists. Where do I even start with the logic flaws in that one?

C) One of my students is being an absolute …donkey about his white supremacist views. His reading material is in 36pt font and he’s doing that annoying teenage thing of snorting, muttering and generally drawing just enough attention to the fact that he’s reading the crap with out actually stepping over the line to the point where I can reasonably confiscate it and burn it without stifling his first amendment rights. I wish I didn’t care about those pesky rights things. But not really. Still, my blood boils. As MLK said, "Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that." Pray for wisdom and clear sight as to how to love him and protect the kids around him.

D) Tis the season—didn’t even think about this as a holiday activity.

E) I love my old school red rubber hot water bottle. Warm feet all night. Perhaps I have a romanticized view of what it’s like to share a bed with a spouse, but in my mind, I imagine never groggily waking up cold in the night—more specifically, never having cold feet or needing that beloved hot water bottle again.

I love this phase of my life. I feel so richly blessed ( I am most of the time, but awarness of it and the feelings that go with it—mmm….so good). I sit in my warm little house and look out into the silent snowy night. The lights from my tree glow softly in the background. My tummy has been filled. This is a moment I feel the presence of God. How did I get so lucky? I don’t have excesses of money, I’m just rich. It’s not that I deserve it. It’s not that it’s an impressive place. My couch is old and scarred. My house is small but plenty huge for just me. Contentment is a blessing. A peaceful house too. A space of my own and people who love me to fill that space from time to time. My life is a good one.

Good night.

posted by Me @ 22:34