Second Guessing My Plan

Alright, you've suffered through a few days of food. What do you think? Am I boring anyone? Losing readers?

I was pondering today making a "food blog" ~ separate from this one. Why? One, so I wouldn't bore readers who could care less about my soba noodle and bok choy salad with peanut butter sauce. Two, so I could link my Flickr food pix and other food-related comments to a blog without it opening up to the rest of my life.

But then again, I've tried maintaining separate blogs before, and it was yet-more time consuming.

In other news, I had all kinds of deep thoughts about stuff lately, but haven't had a good time to blog them. Gotta time them so no one sees me crying, you know. I always cry when I try to write deep things, but I hate having to try to explain it IRL.

Yesterday I was running late for church - well, that's not true. Actually we were slightly ahead of the plan, until I stepped out the door, in my beautiful beloved suede boots that have no traction, which The Grand Lunar told me not to forget to spray with suede protection stuff and Karen suggested not buying due to Michigan weather. Standing in the snow bank in my beautiful boots, scraping snow and ice off Moby, our giant van, I wondered why I hadn't thought to warm and scrape the van earlier. I must admit to secretly wishing it wouldn't start, so I could go in the warm house and blog. In fact, I thought of the Psalm/Song that goes "I was glad when they said to me, 'let us go to the house of the Lord'" and was feeling bad that I'm not usually glad when someone suggests we all go to church. I do like our church, and very much appreciate the sound Biblical teaching, and enjoy the people. But when it's time to go, I'm never glad and excited. I am usually weary, trying to make sure everyone is dressed and brushed and combed and ready, with their necessary bags and what-not. I am trying to anticipate whether the littlest will go nicely to the nursery, and what I will do if he falls apart in the nursery while I am trying to herd lower elementary students through the crowded hallways for choir. I must admit that nearly every week it crosses my mind that staying home would be nice."I was glad when I said to me, 'Let us go in the house and blog...'"

But you know, that's the way I am about social situations lately, too. I used to be such a gihugic extrovert that you could hardly hold me back, but my introverted husband must be wearing off on me, sometimes I have to agree that staying home sounds much better than going out. BUT I've found that usually I have a great time, despite dreading the going out. And it's usually the same way with church. I have been challenged and encouraged by the series the pastors are doing, and enjoy seeing friends and watching the children sing, and even enjoy herding them through the hallways. I need to somehow learn to anticipate the good, not just the frustrations of getting there. It would be nice to be glad on Sunday mornings.

Well, my half-eaten salad is good, but I've decided needs just a little more sauce on it. I think the bok choy might be releasing it's juicy goodness and diluting the sauce. So I'm off to mix up just a tad bit more.

I'll be back later with pictures of breakfast and dinner. Unless you all vote for a new blog for the food.