I am wearing a big and fuzzy sweater
I guess it's apparent that I haven't been in the mood lately to record my thoughts. They haven't been good enough, and they've been coming at me too fast, lately for me to much care.
But I do love my blog, however often I apologize for it. Reading back, I spend more time wallowing in the badness of my blog than in actual blogging. But thanks to my newly showered peaceful state of mind, and the girl who found my blog and said I have a nice writerly way, I just thought I'd pop in. I'll leave the diarying for a slightly later hour.
I will just say, so that next year when I'm reading this and can't remember what I've done with myself, that I just spent probably 24 hours in the last 72 bumming around with John Michael and Rahmin. And isn't that an entertaining roller coaster of emotions.
Janette graduated. I almost cried at her graduation. She's going off to Tufts; aw, my little baby's all growed up. Good for her. Mom and I threw her a grad party at the old house, a picnic with good food and all her friends and family. I must say, it was one of our best.
I went to a UNC Baha'i Club meeting, and the current thinking is that now is the time for the youth to embark on deep study and brave on-campus emphasis on the Baha'i perspective on the only-seemingly paradoxical religions of the world. Wondrous. Where do I sign up? Also, let it be known that I have committed myself this next year to the rampant burgeoning of the Duke Baha'i Club, as well as to hanging out so much with the UNC club and the other youth in the community that I will feed off their energy and ultimately have to be amputated whenever it's time for us all to leave town.
Alright, then.
G'day.
But I do love my blog, however often I apologize for it. Reading back, I spend more time wallowing in the badness of my blog than in actual blogging. But thanks to my newly showered peaceful state of mind, and the girl who found my blog and said I have a nice writerly way, I just thought I'd pop in. I'll leave the diarying for a slightly later hour.
I will just say, so that next year when I'm reading this and can't remember what I've done with myself, that I just spent probably 24 hours in the last 72 bumming around with John Michael and Rahmin. And isn't that an entertaining roller coaster of emotions.
Janette graduated. I almost cried at her graduation. She's going off to Tufts; aw, my little baby's all growed up. Good for her. Mom and I threw her a grad party at the old house, a picnic with good food and all her friends and family. I must say, it was one of our best.
I went to a UNC Baha'i Club meeting, and the current thinking is that now is the time for the youth to embark on deep study and brave on-campus emphasis on the Baha'i perspective on the only-seemingly paradoxical religions of the world. Wondrous. Where do I sign up? Also, let it be known that I have committed myself this next year to the rampant burgeoning of the Duke Baha'i Club, as well as to hanging out so much with the UNC club and the other youth in the community that I will feed off their energy and ultimately have to be amputated whenever it's time for us all to leave town.
Alright, then.
G'day.