A Post that isn't a Poem or a Story, and Contains no Pictures

Warning – I have a lot of things to say today. You might want to read this in shifts.


Boy it feels like it’s been forever since I’ve written a blog entry that wasn’t a poem, a story, or a list of pictures. Well, there was this one from Tuesday. But the one before that was at the end of June. Let’s see, I do the Wordzzle, the Magpie (sometimes), the Poetry Bus, Project 365, and now I’m doing the One Shot Wednesday . Hmm – that’s five different memes. At least this week I’m combining the Wordzzle and the Poetry Bus.

You know, I was hoping this blog would reopen that room where all my words had been shoved. But I was thinking more of inviting them along on a toe-dipping session in a kiddie pool – not an all day swim in the ocean. It’s been interesting feeling like I’m on a deadline (a flexible one, fortunately) and I think that the results have varied. But it’s fun! I started this post thinking that I would be talking about dropping one of the poetry memes, but I think I’ll probably keep doing it as long as it’s fun. I feel like I should apologize to someone for this…but I most likely won’t.

OK, on to the REAL drivel.

I have an appointment with my eye doctor this afternoon. We have both been so pleased with the results of my lasik surgery over five years ago. I was blinder than a bat (I didn’t have any of that radar stuff to help me get around). Without my contacts I literally couldn’t see that there was a monitor on this desk, much less tell that there might be words on the monitor. Well, there would have been a squarish blur that I probably would have surmised was a monitor (is that radar?). Anyway, at the time of the surgery I was 40 & my eye doctor warned me that I would probably need reading glasses at some point – sooner than if I had not had the surgery. And I believe that day has finally arrived. I can still see to read books – it’s the tags in my clothes that are giving me fits. And that tiny little label on the nail polish bottle (what if I was supposed to do something different other than put the polish on my nails? I’ll never know!). My left eye is very different from my right eye, so I’ll need prescription reading glasses. We’ll see if he recommends them today. I’ll keep you posted!

I’m doing just ok with the PYMWYMI challenge (um, Amy, maybe we need a new acronym?). I’ve cut back on the diet soda and I’ve been eating a lot more healthfully (there may have been cookies on Wednesday – but we won’t speak of it). I have not exercised. Anne suggested dancing and I mentioned that I dance a lot like Elaine on Seinfeld (if you don’t know what that looks like, just go to youtube & type in Elaine from Seinfeld dancing – you can’t miss it). I think that perhaps you would burn MORE calories dancing in that non-rhythmic way. Dr. M – consider this your warning that things could get QUITE ugly at the Bug household!

During the summer our choir has a hiatus, and members of the choir sing solos instead. I did not offer my services because I don’t have anything in particular that I sing. But last Sunday the choir director said that people had been asking for me to sing. And I don’t know why I don’t really believe her, but singing and writing are areas where I just don’t really believe compliments. I know – it’s something a good therapist could help me with. (And here I am tearing up for this poor little kid who doesn’t think anything she does is special – I don’t want to be that kid!). Anyway, when I mentioned the lack of solo material she suggested that I sing a hymn. So I’ve been driving Dr. M crazy trying to pick one out. So many of the ones from my Baptist childhood are all about the blood – and I just don’t want to sing about that. I have it narrowed down to three, but I think that I might go with this one. It’s kind of the crux of my politics. If we aren’t helping Jesus with the task of caring for the poor, needy, weak, wounded, thirsty, ruined… well why are we here anyway?

I Will Arise and Go to Jesus


Come ye sinners, poor and needy
Weak and wounded, sick and sore
Jesus ready stands to save you
Full of pity, love and power
Refrain


Come ye thirsty, come and welcome
God’s free bounty glorify
True belief and true repentance
Every grace that brings you nigh
Refrain


Come ye weary, heavy laden
Lost and ruined by the fall
If you tarry till you’re better
You will never come at all
Refrain


I will arise and go to Jesus
He will embrace me in His arms
In the arms of my dear Savior
O, there are ten thousand charms

Come back tomorrow to see a sordid tale of unhealthy love – and a trip to Scotland Yard!