Screened In Porch

Samuel would like me to write my thoughts on education. Boy, that'll be fun! I'm going to mull it over a few days before I attempt it, because I have so much to do right now I couldn't possibly pull my thoughts together and get it typed up.

I hear: Children playing with Legos at the kitchen table and talking together. Isaac just rattled all this off in some little game of pretend, "'Mom, I want a battery.' 'Why, dear?' 'I need to shock the pool.'"

I wonder: about microfluidics. About nanotechnology. About research into artificial wombs for premature births. About human communities on the sea floor. Why we bury perfectly good clothes along with our dead people.

I regret: being bad at math. Not knowing more physics. Dating in my youth.

I hope: every one of my parents' descendents will be saved. That Ethan and Naomi manage to get an education... somehow.

I am not: good at math.

I dance: when no one is looking, but I plan to take lessons in a year or so!

I sing: praise songs at the top of my lungs (which is not very loud, considering my puny lungs) when I'm alone in the car.

I cry: during touching points in songs or movies. Late at night when I've gotten really exhausted.

I am not always: aware of what's going on around me, which makes people feel ignored.

I make with my hands: meals. Art. Various stuff in conjunction with my sewing machine. Floor plans and layouts of houses. Schedules.

I shop: as little as possible. I'm into extreme speed shopping.

I pray: for missionaries, government leaders and people of influence, my loved ones and the lost. Flash prayers and sudden upwelling hallelujahs to God.

I write: to-do lists. Family Christmas letters, emails and blog posts. Handwritten letters to my computer-less brother Fred. Fiction.

I confuse: people.

I need: to lose weight. To buy a better internet service.

I should: inspire Ethan and Naomi to be better students... somehow!

I start: with the best of intentions.

I finish: whatever I have the energy to finish, (my physical energy level puts heavy drag chains on my enthusiasm.)

I tag: any fellow blogger who reads my blog who hasn't been tagged yet!

I hate: Sin—especially my own. Heat. People who close their minds to what they don’t want to know. Any “morning show” on a radio station that’s supposed to be playing music. Undisciplined parents. The humorless. The selfish. Destruction. Waste. Entropy. Did I say heat?

I love: Road trips. My family and friends. Air-conditioning. BMWs, Toyotas and Hondas. Straight side pick-up trucks. Baby animals. Baby people. My country. Texas. Bluebonnets. Horned toads. The SR-71 Blackbird. Deep porches, screened and breezy. Music. Adam Smith. Innovation. The do-ers of life. Color. My husband’s singing, whistling and his smile. Falling water. Southern summer nights. Warm covers on a cold night. Wind.

I miss: Jessica. Texas. SAMUEL.

I fear: Someone getting hurt right in front of me and not being able to save them. A loved one going to Hell. Heights and flying bother me, but it’s not debilitating.

OK, I got this far on the survey:

I am: is the name of God. :) But, besides that, I am: Saved. Optimistic. Mentally hyperactive.

I want: Almost in the words of Ray Comfort, “A bigger house, faster car, thicker carpet, more money.” For me it’s a bigger house, faster internet connection, heftier car and skinnier me.

I wish: My husband would go to karate. I liked cooking. I had boundless energy, a better memory and a sharper intellect. I could swim really well. We’d have another baby or more, by adoption or pregnancy (Caleb would just so love it!)

I'll post another few lines next time our internet connection lets me load my blog.

I have a moment to sit down and write out the "I am:" survey that Samuel tagged me for... except I can't find the paper I so laboriously wrote my answers on. Grrr...