PC Unplugged

Wow.  Been a while.  What is this bloggy thingamajig?  What am I doing?  Ha.

I just got back last night from a 4-day visit to Panama City, FL for a family reunion (sans computer).  Was it fun?  Eh…you know. Something to do.  Somewhere to be other than home.  I caught a fish! We went to the beach on Saturday, and I swam in the ocean (which I don’t get to do often enough).  We left the beach and went to a little food joint across the street and got appetizers and drinks.  (Frozen vodka lemonade sounded like a good idea at the time, but it wasn’t.  It gave me a headache, and walking around in the blazing hot sun with a headache probably approximates hell.)  Anyway, we drove back to the hotel and I took a nap.  Then I woke up and went to take a shower.  So, I’m in the bathroom undressing, and I pull my swimsuit top off and there was a fish in my swimsuit top!!  It had been there for hours!  I didn’t know whether to be horrified or amused…or grossed out.  Ha.  I don’t know how I didn’t feel that little guy in there all that time!  I guess I was determined to catch something one way or another after an unsuccessful fishing trip Friday morning All in all, it was an alright trip.  I am glad to be home, sleeping in my own bed and enjoying some solitude; after 4 days of constant people-ness, I was maxed out!   My grandma and her sister will be here all week, but I think I can handle that.

In other news…
Last week I got in touch with an old friend that I hadn’t talked to in like 6 years.  George saw her at Sophie’s funeral and gave her my number.  It was actually rather serendipitous how it happened.  I was totally elated to talk with this old friend of mine. It was like the highlight of my week! Turns out we have both been thinking about each other a lot over the years, but couldn’t track each other down.  Funny how funerals bring people together.

Oh gosh.  After 3 days without a computer, my tolerance is low.  I really don’t feel like typing anymore despite have much more to say.  I’ll just say…it seems, lately, I have experienced many of the “small graces” of God.  Things just working out.  Reconnecting with old friends.  The little things that happen (or don’t happen, for that matter) that just bring me simple, childlike joy and help me know God is near. 

I think I’ll end with some memorable words from the weekend:

“Sometimes the best part of going fishing is going home.” -Dad