Last night when I posted my blog I felt like it was the worst piece of writing and I actually thought I ought to remove it this morning. I am such a cry-baby, I thought. And people will be horrified when they see how self-centered I am and that I have all these issues that are so…inane. I also felt like I had not expressed myself very well, I could have at least written some more deep devotional stuff. But it was midnight, I had had a Guinness and a half a bag of chips, watched a stupid talk show and tried to deal with this guy who wants to go to Burma on the phone. It was not my moment of creative genius.
But then all these people read my blog and liked it and commented on it left and right. They also had had those kinds of feelings. My silly smallishness encouraged a lot of people who also felt bad about their silly smallishness.
Tonight I am drinking a Guinness again. It is not a bad habit, if that is what you think. It is my weekend splurge and I am enjoying it the way many may enjoy their steak, their donuts, their chocolate eclairs. It is my little award for getting through the day and not cussing.
The weather is the way weather is in Norway a lot: Cold, windy, rainy. My kids were supposed to help do the weekend cleaning, but they spent most the day sorting their clothes and organizing their closets. It was needed, but that did not make the bathrooms shine. Our dog got diarrhea and he is very hairy, so you can imagine what diarrhea does to his hairy behind (if you have the stomach for that kind of imagination.) His pooping issues have caused me more stress than anything today. More than the fact that there is flooding in Burma, and that the world’s resources are running out.
Marley had to spend the day on his leash outside and he was very unhappy and tried to make us like him more by jumping up on us and pulling our clothes whenever we went outside. It made us like him less.
The only way to get him clean was…get this…to put him in the shower. And get a little dirty in the process. Not a nice job.
But now he is clean and loves me more than ever. He is sleeping by my feet and I get the feeling he is willing to die for me, if need be.
There is got to be a lesson here somewhere. About stepping in the shower with the ones that are not that appealing to begin with, to get dirty with them, and then see their beauty when they are clean, like a fluffy puppy.
I will get back to this analogy later. It is midnight again and my brain is shutting down.