If we were on a cocoa date, I’d tell you…
…how this week is crazy, and how I don’t do crazy well. I’d point out the rich irony in my post on generosity going live on the day my ability to give it cheerfully was most tested. Jesus still has so much to do in me, and yesterday was proof.
…just how much I’m loving rereading the Harry Potter series. I’ve always loved the books, but when I began the first book, a little of the magic had gone, even more than before. Knowing the ending to the series takes a little of the excitement out of Harry discovering he’s a wizard. And yet, I was still impatient to relive moments like those through Rowling’s vivid and fantastic narration. (Pun intended? But so much.)
After a while what became fun was muttering sarcastically at Harry, Ron, and Hermione when they say things that ironically portend their futures, taking note of all the literary techniques (foreshadowing!), and tracing all the little patterns and details that slip by in the first few readings. (e.g. Ever noticed how every time Harry’s pocket Sneakoscope is mentioned in the third book it’s whistling and spinning? IT’S BECAUSE SCABBERS.)
…I can’t believe Christmas is NEXT. WEEK. ALREADY. I feel like time got stuck the week after Thanksgiving and it’s only December 2. But I’m excited to see family and celebrate. The holidays are my favorite time of year and we have actually gotten far enough into December I actually miss snow falling and how it stills the air and how it looks when it lies on the ground like fresh carpet.
…it really irks me to use these ellipses the way I am but it’s not improper. I hate when I disagree with pedantic convention. Except I probably wouldn’t tell you this because ellipses don’t exist in speech.
…I don’t think I’ve had a single red cup this season. So I had to post a throwback picture because obviously. I’ve been trying to cut back on unnecessary spending, plus I’ve spent two weeks coming down with, surviving, and recovering from The Plague of 2014* so the only thing I’ve had to drink in all that time has been water (although I did grant myself a glass/can of pop once each on Monday and Tuesday. Strangely, now I’ve given myself permission to drink it again I don’t miss it as much as I though I did while I suffered The Plague).
*This was really just a bad cold or the flu. I never did work out which one, but it was definitively not plague.