My summer of weddings marches on! Two weekends ago I was down in Wilmore, KY to "ush" in my friend Josh's wedding to his lovely bride, Leslie. It was a treat to return to the gorgeous rolling hills of Kentucky's horse country, and of course a privilege to take part in the ceremony of one of my best friends. One of my favorite memories of that particular wedding is the Golden Retriever named Sally who decided to crash the reception (held under a tent on the church's back lawn). After learning that the Stamoolis' family friend, Vira, had slipped Sally at least 10 Swedish meatballs from the buffet, it's no wonder the dog stuck around.
This weekend it's my Probie Rachel's wedding in Goshen, IN. It'll be great to see her again and fun to see who else attends that I know!
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Thoughts on Turning 25
The funny thing is, I don't have many. I had intentions of sitting down and writing this insightful retrospective on reaching the quarter-century mark, but as I sit here and stare at the screen, I've got nothin.' Twenty-five feels pretty much like 24, it just sounds older.
In the absence of the profound...a brief report. My birth-day turned into a birth-weekend, as none of my friends' schedules coincided, so the festivities stretched from dinner with my family on Friday, through brunch and a matinee with Charity on Saturday, to dinner with Allison and her dad Saturday night, to lunch with the other Allison after church on Sunday. Oh, and then my sweet small group had a cake for me last night. So, you see, for my 25th birthday I received many times over the gifts of quality time, love, and multitudinous calories. And I savored them all. :)
In the absence of the profound...a brief report. My birth-day turned into a birth-weekend, as none of my friends' schedules coincided, so the festivities stretched from dinner with my family on Friday, through brunch and a matinee with Charity on Saturday, to dinner with Allison and her dad Saturday night, to lunch with the other Allison after church on Sunday. Oh, and then my sweet small group had a cake for me last night. So, you see, for my 25th birthday I received many times over the gifts of quality time, love, and multitudinous calories. And I savored them all. :)
Thursday, June 23, 2005
loaded word
manque /mong~KAY/ adj. (placed after a noun) having never become what one might have been (from French) ; an actor manque
Okay, I admit it, I was thumbing through a dictionary the other day. I came across this word, though, and was just struck at the depth of melancholy and regret contained in this one word. I love how some words--especially those we get from other languages--can wrap up so much meaning in the space of a few contiguous letters.
[Note: there's supposed to be an accent over the "e" - couldn't figure out how to get blogger to do that.]
It reminds me of an exchange in the movie Little Women in which a gentleman says to Jo, "You should have been a lawyer, Miss March." And Jo replies, "I should have been a great many things, Mr. Mayer." Some days I feel like that.
Okay, I admit it, I was thumbing through a dictionary the other day. I came across this word, though, and was just struck at the depth of melancholy and regret contained in this one word. I love how some words--especially those we get from other languages--can wrap up so much meaning in the space of a few contiguous letters.
[Note: there's supposed to be an accent over the "e" - couldn't figure out how to get blogger to do that.]
It reminds me of an exchange in the movie Little Women in which a gentleman says to Jo, "You should have been a lawyer, Miss March." And Jo replies, "I should have been a great many things, Mr. Mayer." Some days I feel like that.
Monday, June 20, 2005
Depository for Wayward Sons
Having now received my third invitation to reform a friend's older brother through dating said brother, by none other than the parents themselves, this is how I feel.
Well, okay, not really, but the phrase did come to mind, and I liked the sound of it. Reminds me of the title of a shallow and steamy beach read. But nope, it's just my life.
Well, okay, not really, but the phrase did come to mind, and I liked the sound of it. Reminds me of the title of a shallow and steamy beach read. But nope, it's just my life.
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