Minute Minutes: Heat Wave


During a Heat Wave

*At Parents House*: -20℉ indoors with A/C blaring
*In College Dorm*: -20℉ indoors with A/C blaring

*In Own Home*: “SWEAT IT OUT! WE’RE NOT DEALING WITH A HIGH ELECTRIC BILL AGAIN!”

To be young again…

-D-

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Mobile Minutes: Fishing Poles & Boots


Where Darco and I live isn’t exactly country, but it isn’t exactly urban…

We live in a subdivision along a lake, but it’s three miles away from the closest town. Because of this, as I learned today, you get a little bit of everything.

Soccer mom’s with SUV’s are completely normal. Our borderline retired neighbor is an avid golfer and likes to keep his hair long. In many ways; it all makes sense for suburbia USA.

That was until today…

As I made mention; we live near a lake. The only ‘major’ lake in the metropolitan area. I can’t wait to wake up this summer to the noise of bass boats cruising the glassy water. Today though, after finishing my evening run, I was walking back to our house when the strangest things crossed my path…

Strangest person that is…

Right in front of me, coming out of a backyard of some random person, was a high school boy wearing cowboy boots, a tight fit hat, a book bag…and…a fishing pole.

He was pretending to cast it around the sidewalk while he traveled home. You could tell he had been out fishing after school.

It was an odd reality that set in; humorous of course, that where we live is much more modern to the experiences of Darco and myself. Every-so-often though, we get a reminder that we’re still just a cast away from the land of honky-tonks.

-D-

XXXI: Three Year Honeymoon


I finally found the batteries. They were stored somewhere in one of the kitchen drawers.

This is what happens when you move from one place to another in your life.

The past three weeks have been mind-blowing. Time has sped up, seasons have changed, rain has fallen, sun has shined, and we have relocated from our apartment into a house.

True. Story.

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#getyourpraiseon


I’m “adulting”…

Last weekend, between sighting in rifles for deer season, Darco, MC, Jim, and myself started to embark on an adventure I never thought would happen.

We began the moving process.

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It’s gorgeous. The basement has the drywall completed, along with the painting. Tiling is being installed right now.

Stepping outside with MC, I noticed a noise I never imagined hearing in isolation again…
nature.

As it turns out, after final calculations, there are a grand total of 62 miles…62…miles…of running trails around the lake that our house sits on.

Our. House.

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I don’t know if Darco has had this sensation, but each time I’m at the house I have to remind myself that I’m not visiting. This isn’t a friends house. It’s a strange, almost sobering, sensation of accepting this gift. Believe me, any reader here knows this, this is a gift.

We’ll be completely moved in over the weekend.

God is good. In ways I’ll never understand, but each day I lock the front door, it’ll be s gentle reminder of what God does.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: All Night


Turns out even sleeping pills can’t keep one asleep.

Up and moving by 5:00 AM. Out the door by 5:30 AM. Life is just like that. I get excited and nervous about school, so I wind up waking up early.

Add that with the knowledge of moving next month into a crazy blessing of a house that I couldn’t even dream up, and it just asks for a restless night.

Dearest reader, starting at the end of October, for the first time ever, I’m going to have my own washer and dryer!

Here’s to short nights, insane blessings, and exciting Monday’s!

-D-