Thursday, July 28, 2011

Late Night Musings

Sometimes I wonder how different my life would have been if I didn't grow up in California, rather a less popularized state like Nevada.

I have glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling of my bedroom left over from the two young boys (both under the age of 10) who occupied the room before me. I like these stars.

If farmers traditionally rose with the sun before alarm clocks were around, did that mean that those who farmed in places like the greater Bay Area got more sleep because the marine layer doesn't burn off until 10AM?

Life would be very different without text messaging. Perhaps in good ways. I think sometimes it can disconnect me even more from people; although at the same time I can be "connected" with someone, I cannot hear the inflection or tone of their voice, nor see there eyes, thus further distancing myself from what they truly are communicating. I would like to be more intentional about calling friends instead of text messaging them, even if this ironically seems inconvenient or too forward. But I will happily admit, I loooove the fact that I can send pictures to people. Now that is fun.

MSN had an article recently on building a house for $20k. Yes, for only $20k. Its no Taj Mahal, but really, who needs that anyway? What would it look like if we took a more minimalistic approach to life and put our funds towards things that helped expand the gospel? See the article here.

Potlucks may be one of my favorite type of gatherings. You get to share some fabulous food with a bunch of people you enjoy, and all the while you get to a) judge if they are good or creative in the kitchen and b) experience some new food. Both of which are excellent experiences to have. I get to go to one tomorrow. I still have yet to decide what to bring.

One of my sisters has been in The Gambia for almost a month now. I wrote her a card this week, and it took me all that I could not to write I miss you in the middle and nothing else. I told her a funny story about our mom instead. She probably wouldn't cry when she reads that, and I didn't have to cry writing it.

Now its bedtime. Goodnight.