[Yesterday: 3.5 miles]
Wow. We had a whirlwind weekend. We had both of our children here on a couple of occasions. And my parents were here for a little bit. It was the majority of the people I care for most in the world. I just like to see them talk to each other and be together.
And then they all went home. And now our house is empty again except for the annoying cats and the doofus dog and the same old face-in-the-mirror guy who isn’t looking any better as the years go by.
It’s times like these when I don’t really like our house and I don’t like Mississippi and I’d rather be doing a different job somewhere else completely.
The decisions a person makes tend to stack up. Not like I have reason to complain, etc. So I’m here in Mississippi and I live in this house and the cats are the cats and the dog is the dog.
My personality is such that I usually tend toward nostalgia in such situations. That if I could move back to Estes Park, or even back to Iowa, life would be somehow improved. Our sermon this past Sunday shot that down: Ecclesiastes 7:10. The problem with a person’s life (everyone’s, not just mine) is that the person in the center (me) is imperfect, not able to say the right things or do the right things in regards to others. Even when the circle is drawn very small, i.e. if I lived on a desert island all by myself, it would still be a mess in some way.
I’ll snap out of it in a day or two. We had a great weekend!