...was not fun for me. I was feeling really troubled about something and I couldn't really pinpoint it. My voice was off, as was my playing. If I were a Jedi, I'd say there was a disturbance in the Force. The practice went fine, actually, as far as I could tell. I have spent most of the rest of tonight just praying for whatever... or WHOever... is wrong. Sometimes God talks to me like that, actually. I may or may not ever know, but He wants me to pray, so I do.
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I had an idea for some poetry earlier today, and I'm developing it. It's based on a passage from the book of Mark, coupled with a passage from 1 Corinthians. I haven't really shared any of my own poetry here, mostly because I don't think it's blogworthy. But I'm completely up-front and transparent about everything else; when I write it out, I might as well share it with you. Feel free to skim past it when the time comes. I wish I knew how to set some of it to music, but as musical as I am, for some reason songwriting has escaped me. Oh well, I'll leave that to the experts.
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Oh... and I meant to tell you yesterday... I finally did get a chance to have some Indian food, but for a while it felt like the Twilight Zone. Here's what happened: Cindy and I went to the India Star; she was there earlier than I, so she ordered her food before I did. After I got there, I sat down and looked at a menu (as if I needed to, but hey). The waitress came over to take my order, and just as I began to say, "Lamb vindaloo," the telephone rang. She interrupted me and said, "Can you wait one moment?" We assumed she was going to get the telephone. But no... no, the booth behind me hadn't been bussed, so she started cleaning off the table. INSTEAD OF taking my order and taking it back to the back for the cook to start on it. When she finished bussing the table, she went back in the back for a while. Then she came back out and brought someone another beverage, looked at me and started toward me, then turned around and went BACK into the kitchen.
"Am I invisible? Do I smell? What is the problem?" I whispered to Cindy. I mean, I have already had a horrible time trying to get some vindaloo and sag paneer anyway because they wouldn't do a takeout order the other day. Now I still can't get some. I was baffled.
She finally did come back out and took my order, and once the food actually did come, it was splendid as usual. I couldn't eat all mine, but I wasn't about to let any of it go because it was hard work getting that stuff, so I took the rest home and enjoyed it today for supper. Curry dishes always make the house smell weird, though, so when Rick got home he said, "Whoa... vindaloo..."
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By the way, y'wanna know something? I have the greatest husband ever. No matter what ever happens, I know that I have a life partner who I can trust completely, who I know loves me and my scattered self without reserve, and who trusts ME completely as well... who wants me to be just who God made me to be, nothing more, nothing less.
And I'm not just saying this because he reads it. Actually, he probably won't get to read it, at least not until Thursday night when he goes to work, and even then he may not get to. No, I'm saying it because it's true.
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I am tired... and I'm still up working on an assignment... but guess what? Tomorrow I get to sleep in!!! Yippeee!!!
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