Oh grad school. You've made me a bad blogger. Scratch that, you've made me a GREAT blogger, but just on a different site. Exciting...right? No? You don't like reading about classroom management and respecting student diversity? Sad. You're probably not a teacher (or a teacher in training).
I have yet to update you lovely readers on our free side table (thank you Lauren)! Lauren called me up before my student teaching started on a free find from Craigslist. Even though I was still sipping my morning coffee and in my pajamas, I was dressed and ready to go 30 minutes later with her and Veronica. Drove down to West Seattle to check out the goods. Here are pictures from our adventure...
The free goods.
My accomplices
Choosing merchandise
Little Ronnie crammed into the back of the van with the goods.
I'm in a very nostalgic, Amelie-type mood. Remembering my happy childhood, time with brothers, parents, extended family.
This past week I honestly, dearly and truly missed my mom! She was only gone for 10 days, but it felt weird not being able to talk to her when I wanted. She was in Japan taking care of funeral details and saying good-bye to the mom that raised her for 11 years. So thankful she is home and that she had the chance to be a good daughter to her mama Ineko.
I'm in the mood for Thanksgiving (this year is a McDonald year). And a table FILLED with family: grandparents, parents, brothers, cousins, aunts, uncles. And mashed potatoes, of course.
So thankful for 2 years with my wonderful T$ as husband and wife.
A very long quote from C.S. Lewis: What we call “being in love” is a glorious state, and, in several ways, good for us … It is a noble feeling, but it is still a feeling. Now no feeling can be relied on to last in its full intensity, or even to last at all. Knowledge can last; principles can last; habits can last, but feelings come and go. And in fact, whatever people say, the state called “being in love” usually does not last. If the old fairy-tale ending “They lived happily ever after” is taken to mean “They felt for the next fifty years exactly as they felt the day before they were married,” then it says what probably never was nor ever could be true, and would be highly undesirable if it were. Who could bear to live in that excitement for even five years? What would become of your work, your appetite, your sleep, your friendships? But, of course, ceasing to be “in love” need not mean ceasing to love. Love in this second sense—love as distinct from “being in love” is not merely a feeling. It is a deep unity, maintained by the will and deliberately strengthened by habit, reinforced by (in Christian marriages) the grace which both parties ask, and receive, from God. They can have this love for each other even at those moments when they do not like each other, as you love yourself even when you do not like yourself. They can retain this love even when each would easily, if they allowed themselves, be “in love” with someone else. “Being in love” first moved them to promise fidelity: this quieter love enables them to keep the promise. It is on this love that the engine of marriage is run: being in love was the explosion that started it.*
