Snowy Baltic

path (there's no way I can avoid the "Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy" voice, but bear with me)

Last night, as I was walking on the path from the sidewalk to the dorm, I thought about how it's a lot like life. For me anyway. Right now.

I should elaborate. The path from the sidewalk to the dorm is path only because people walk there. It is not a path that was made with the intention of being a path. It is in the snow, and there isn't much in the way of lighting, other than the sun or the moon, depending on the time of the day. During the day, you can see the path, and stay on it. It is well worn down, and even though it is made of snow, it has been walked on enough that it is as solid as a sidewalk. It is a pretty good makeshift path.

During the evening, when it is dark and foggy, and the only light you can see is the light coming from the dorm, you just have to trust that the path is there and walk toward the dorm, even though you can only just barely see the path.

And that's a lot like my life, I think. Often times I can see maybe where I need to go, but have no idea how it will look to accomplish it. But somehow I manage, because I've seen how God has worked it out in the past...I've seen how the path looks in the daytime.

Anyway, more about that later. I haven' posted in a while, and the video with the pink gloves often blocks my view of if anyone has updated their blog. So it's time I changed that. Hopefully. More on what I can see as the goal, and not knowing how to get there later.

A quote that made me laugh out loud when I read it, but because it is taken out of context probably won't have the same effect on you.

Ah well, I'm posting it anyway.

"I'm not going to lose an opportunity like this. It will do me good. They all say -- I mean, the other wiggles all say -- that I'm too flighty; don't take life seriously enough. If they've said it once, they've said it a thousand times. 'Puddleglum,' they've said, 'you're altogether too full of bobance and bounce and high spirits. You've got to learn that life isn't all fricasseed frogs and eel pie. You want something to sober you down a bit. We're only saying it for your own good, Puddleglum.' That's what they say."

Quite Possibly One Of The Weirder Pictures I Made This Past Weekend.

What does one even write for a caption?

I just can't get over how much I love this.

Things I would like to learn a lot about, via reading and practicing

Gardening/compost
Sewing


Someday.

Ironic, neurotic,..exotic?

One thing I love to do is to stock up on things. Especially things that don't expire. For example, if a store is having a sale on Toilet Paper, why not get a bunch of it, so that when you actually would've needed more you don't have to pay full price? Or, say, you live in a foreign country (that's where the exotic comes in), and you can't buy a small container of women's shaving cream for less than six dollars...why not just buy 6-7 dollars worth of shaving cream while you are visiting your own country for the summer (a half-year's supply, when you consider that I've kept up with number 28 for quite some time now), so that you don't have to spend your life's savings to shave your legs?

Anyway, I love it. Another thing that I love (here is the ironic part), is completely finishing something off (or, finishing off something? English word order must be so confusing for non-native speakers). For example, when you are about to move somewhere far away, and you want to try to finish all of the food in your refrigerator and cupboard before you leave, so you don't have to throw things away (and, what little you have left, if you play your cards right, you will likely give away). So you go for as long as you possibly can without buying food, and enjoy when you can completely use, for example, the last drop of ketchup and throw away (recycle) the empty container. So satisfying. And the only time you need to go to the store is if you need to buy something supplementary for the 13 packets of cheese powder you bought earlier that year (see the first paragraph). Maybe some milk or something.

Anyway, I feel like I am in the best of both worlds right now. We stocked up last summer on a bunch of things (nyquil, toothbrushes/paste, shaving cream, brown sugar, peanut butter, etc...actually, some of this stuff has been mailed to us because we go through it so fast), and now we're getting to the end of things, and that is perfectly ok, because we soon will have to get into the mindset of "can we take it with us? should we give it away?" I'm even starting to get into that mindset with things that we can and do buy here, like facewash and shampoo.

In the beginning of 2010, I read a blog that was so intriguing, that I just had to try what it suggested. Actually, it was a blog with a link to another blog. Anyway, this blog was talking about not using shampoo or conditioner, and washing your hair with more gentle (semi) everyday household items. It is supposedly better for your hair, and very cost-effective. Unfortunately, just days before, I had stocked up on shampoo and conditioner (see the first paragraph to guess what size bottles I bought...if there even is such a thing as economy-size in Eastern Europe). So, I've been looking forward (I would anyway) to the day when I pump the last drop of shampoo (or conditioner) out of the container, and try a new way of washing my hair. I probably have another month or so. Probably just around the time it is warm enough for me to stop wearing a hat outside.

Alive

I forget how alive I feel when I am behind a counter serving people coffee and chatting about life.


Maybe the coffeeshop dream isn't completely dead? My coffeeshop would be more about the destination, and not about the finest coffee ever. Sure it will be tasty and well done, but our product will be the place.

I'm not picking a side in this post (sports or otherwise)

I'm not really all that into sports or politics, but I thought this article was thought-provoking.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/02/01/AR2010020102067.html

Discuss.