I just got back from the laundromat where I washed just about every single piece of textile in the house. I’m heading off to Vegas for a few days on Sunday night, and we had ridiculous amounts of laundry to do before that. So much laundry that we brought it all up to Bear’s folk’s house yesterday and switched loads over all day between hot dogs, and yet I still had to go off to the laundromat and take advantage of the enormous six load washing machine to get the job done.
This week has been kind of bonkers, so I’m not accomplishing anything around the house. On the rare one or two days that I have to fit everything in, I don’t feel like starting anything because I know I won’t be able to finish before it’s time to pack up and move on to the next adventure, so instead I just wander around the house looking for something to accomplish in bite sized chunks.
Tuesday night Bear and I drove into LA to see Wicked at the Pantages Theater. I read the book when it first came out and liked it well enough, but then I heard the music and read the book to the play and just went nuts. It’s the rare interpretation that is actually better than the source material, but Wicked is. They distilled all the best parts of the story down into an absolutely magnificent show.
LA is about 2 1/2 hours away from us, so after the play we were not about to drive all the way home. We stopped at Bear’s folks’ for the night, and then stayed the next day to celebrate the 4th. Loads of extended family and inlaws of inlaws came along for the celebration, so it was a fun day, but not very restful. We left late last night (trying to cram in all that laundry before we finally just gave up and staggered home), and then I’ve spent today trying to finish preparations for Vegas.
I also have to speak in church on Sunday, so I’ve been trying to write my talk, which I always make harder than it has to be. I love speaking in church, but I let the importance of it get to me, so I write out every word I want to say and agonize over every point. Not to mention that I always go to my books first, and those are all packed. My topic is forgiveness, and I know that Emily Dickenson, CS Lewis, Maya Angelou, et al would have something to say on the subject, but unless I want to spend hours in a library trying to find all the books I already own, I guess I just won’t know what that might be in time. If anyone has any great thoughts on forgiveness, I’m all ears.
I leave just after church on Sunday, and I won’t be back until Thursday. Hopefully I’ll pop back in a couple more times (I’ve got a slew of posts all ready and everything), but don’t be surprised if you don’t see me.