Today was not batshit. Hooray.
It rained all afternoon (yay!) so we didn't get too hot moving stuff. Mark invited me to come out and play hockey with them. Jon invited me to another group dinner at their place tonight. Jess said something about joining her and her crew for lunch one day. I found a quarter in the easy chair we moved today, and a penny shortly after. I've made official inroads into the church; still waiting to hear back from them. Y'know, usual 'welcome' phone call.
(Edit: It came at 6:30pm.)
I am... slightly wide-eyed at it all. It's so... well, it fits. With all the stuff I've been getting about promises and things picking up. I'm mentally chewing my way through the sermon from Sunday. About appetites. And perspectives. Is this instant gratification worth what I'm jeopardizing. You have to know what you really want, what you're valuing, what you're holding out for, before you can really stand against the allure of instant gratification. Well, what do I really want? And how much faith do I have that I'll get it?
For future reference, I'm calling this the garlic butter steak vs. chicken tender dilemma. I want the steak. Will I settle for the chicken? I have faith that I can have the steak, but do I have faith that I will get the steak?
Gnaw, gnaw. My brain wrestles.
I've never played hockey before, but I'm not against learning. I'll probably pick it up fast. This is on concrete, with a ball, in shoes. Because come on, it's Georgia and was close to 100 degrees today. I was wanting and wanting a sport to play, something to do, this summer. I did not expect an offer of hockey. But dude, how cool is hockey? And getting to say that I play two violent sports? I'm okay with this.
I told Mark the only things I knew about hockey were that you hit with the stick and try not to overtly kill people. He said that was about right. Cool. My only exposure to hockey is during the winter Olympics and NCAA finals; I haven't been able to pick up anything beyond the gross obvious hit-swing-hip check.
There is also a pool owned by a physical therapist after the matches.
I destroyed my hair in the rain today. Shower, walking Sheppy, maybe some housework, and then I'm headed to Jon's for awhile.