What a Long, Strange Trip It's Been . . .

We've been in Louisville for a little over two months now, and it has not disappointed. Besides being much closer to my dearest friend in the world, Mindiana, we are enjoying the beautiful landscape of tree-lined streets and winding roads. We also are loving our new church, Sojourn, and have been happily making friends with some lovely people. I hope to begin writing more, once I get some sort of motivation. Since I don't have constant access to the internet, it doesn't feel the same typing a post on my computer at home, burning it to a disc and then going to the library to upload it onto my page. Without the instant gratification of seeing my words instantly online right in front of my face, I get lazy and apathetic. But I am haunted by the compulsion to write. I write posts in my head all the time.

Right now in my life this is what I am doing:

1. Listening to songs shuffled on my iPod. (Most recent downloads:
Fleetwood Mac, Camera Obscura, Eisley, Butterfly Boucher, Jimmy Cliff, Concrete
Blonde, The Smiths, & TMBG.)

2. Catching Phoenix by the back of her diaper a 1/2 inch from the floor of
Wal*mart as she plummets out of a shopping cart to her death.

3. Driving aimlessly around Louisville looking for cool houses to show my
friend Melissa when she visits in September. My goal is to have driven down
every street in Louisville. One cool thing I found was an antique Volkswagen TRUCK! I never knew such a thing existed. I will post pictures at a later date. It was so cool!!!!!

4. Visiting Colonel Sanders' grave in Cave Hill Cemetery. There is a bust
of him. He was a handsome devil. I loved his twinkling eyes and dashing
moustache!

5. Reading Douglas Coupland books: Eleanor Rigby, All Families are
Psychotic, Miss Wyoming and now Microserfs.

6. Doing a Beth Moore Bible study, Living Free, that focuses on
praying the Scripture, which I desperately need more of in my life. As Anne
Lamott says, "My mind is a dangerous place I shouldn't go into alone."

7. Talking with Kim Kamer about books, movies, life, death, anxiety,
depression, sin, redemption and food until the wee hours of the morning. 8. Writing REAL letters to my friends that I am separated from.

9. Finding ways to hide from our landlords and exit the premises in Olympic sprinting fashion, with Phoenix thrown over my shoulder for more freedom of movement, all while attempting to look perfectly composed.

10. Smothering my daughter, Phoenix, in as many hugs and kisses as she can handle in a day.

Please forgive this horrendous formatting, I have no idea what is happening here!