I didn’t take an extended vacation from blogging because I had nothing to say. No, this nearly two month absence was the result of feeling world-weary and burned out. It seemed like I made time for everyone except myself. I had more business contacts than friends, I wasn’t eating or sleeping well, I hadn’t read a book for pleasure in ages and I didn’t have a hobby. So, I went off in search of myself. Here’s what I found.
I found my old friend, Kelly (center), who celebrated his 40th birthday. Jerry Jimenez (right) completed The Californian survivor’s — er, alumni, meeting. (The woman at the far left is Jerry’s fiancée.) Kelly is also a new dad. He and his wife are already great parents. It couldn’t have happened to a nicer couple.
I found the wife makes excellent chile rellenos. And to think she has been sandbagging for nearly five years while I languished in the land of tofu and whole wheat. The nerve.
I helped plan my mother’s 60th birthday party. When planning a large gathering, don’t overlook the savory simplicity of a taqueria as a caterer. We went this route and couldn’t have been happier. The guests raved about the tacos and from the host’s perspective, having the guests negotiate their own tacos (amount, fillings, etc.) made life so much easier.
I found I’m a pretty decent gardener. I’m growing a vegetable garden largely from seeds. It has been an exercise in patience. There’s only so much watering, plant food, soil aeration and repositioning in sunlight a novice gardener can do, the rest is up to the plant. I’ve learned there are some things I simply cannot control. And when I try to force my will on a tiny seedling, I kill it. I planted most of my vegetable seeds in January. Here we are in the beginning of April and they’re growing, but it will be months before I pick my first tomato.
I found that bulbs take a long time to sprout from the earth, even longer if you have a lot of shade on your property.
I found that with enough water and a shovel, even the most towering, unwelcome shrub will die.
I found that the tactical placement of fully grown annuals is necessary for preserving one’s sanity when the impatiens and violas one planted from seed didn’t grow, even after months of watering, repositioning and plant food.
I found that my pastor trusts me enough to let me preach on Sunday morning. It’s a humbling, hilarious and horrifying thought. I had too much to say to be nervous. I had a blast and I pray someone’s life was touched by what God put on my heart.
OK, this is enough for a first post. I don’t want to send all of you into shock. Your deprived little eyeballs wouldn’t recover from it.