They finally plowed my street, so cars can get through.
...Granted, to do that, they re-buried the freshly dug-out cars, so all of my neighbors are still stuck. But it still feels like progress.
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"He gave me no assurance. No fixed land. Always one must throw oneself into the wave."
"Who am I? This or the other? Am I one person today, and tomorrow another? Am I both at once? ... Whoever I am, Thou knowest, O God, I am thine." (Dietrich Bonhoeffer, "Prison Poems")
"He gave me no assurance. No fixed land. Always one must throw oneself into the wave."
"Who am I? This or the other? Am I one person today, and tomorrow another? Am I both at once? ... Whoever I am, Thou knowest, O God, I am thine." (Dietrich Bonhoeffer, "Prison Poems")
This week I give God a cheer for:
parchment paper, chalkboard paint, free museum weekends, public transportation, online cultural resources, free apps to help you learn non-roman scripts, science experiments, cast iron dutch ovens, cast iron dutch oven lids which double as a skillets, power drills, gallery walls, taco nights with friends, vegetarian cookbooks, apples on sale, the way flowers brighten a room, new curtains, globes, Friday night outings, engineering paper, movie-makers not destroying my favorite book, movie-makers creating something beautiful based on my favorite book, theater pubs, Gutenberg, sunny-yet-freezing weather, new dishtowels, hand-thrown pottery, the golden ratio, secondhand stores, stained glass, and the word "kerfuffle," among other things.
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