On That Sidewalk One Day

How happy was I yesterday morning? Very! Snow for about a half hour. None of it stuck, but still, snow, it was! Love! I stared out the window much of that half hour just looking up at the flakes coming down. If it’s gonna be cold, it should at least look pretty, I’m thinking. I hope there is a ton of snow at some point this coming winter. We haven’t been dumped on in a few years now, where it stuck for any significant amount of time, at least, and I love when the sometimes monotonous, day in and day out, gets broken up by snow or a good black out. A nice walk in the snow is long overdue. When the snow finds a way to accumulate on even the tiniest of little twigs stemming from one of the many branches on the barren trees in the woods. Beautiful. Oooh, and when some of the round little red berries out and about get encased in ice, too.

A big boo to that.

Sunday was great fun! Went to watch a good friend cross the finish line in a 1/2 marathon. As I stood waiting, I kept a tally running in my head of the runners. Two with sunglasses, one without a shirt on, three with headphones, five couples, three people smiling, all of these small little tallies on over at least a hundred or more people. Out of the five thousand that ran. I was really surprised that no one was really smiling. Sure, I know what it is to be huffing and puffing, tired and out of breath, but still, all those people just accomplished something they set out to do and only three of them were smiling? A big boo to that. Standing there earnestly waiting for Shannon (hey, pretty girl!), hoping not to miss her in the increasing sea of people, I was all set to see her round the corner with a look of determination and maybe the desire to cry, not because she couldn’t hack it, but because she would be tired and emotional from finishing. But, no! There was Shan, at last! Huge, wonderful smile on her face! That made my day. The fourth smile! So worth the wait to see. Don’t think she stopped smiling the whole time afterwards either. Shan, you rock!

Afterwards, I spent the afternoon hunting down gifts for my sister for Christmas. It was a gorgeous afternoon! Sun, even. It felt very much like the Christmas season. If I could hug the city somehow, with all its cracked sidewalks, old buildings, window displays, random bums and street performers, I would. I love it soooooo much. Caught a bus home. Missed the first one, though! Had my mind elsewhere, thoughts of someone. I envisioned this great scenario where I was walking down the sidewalk across the street from the bus depot. It’s a great little bit of sidewalk, and I thought how someday, we may walk down that sidewalk together, and then my mind turned to thoughts of wares and such. ;)

Well, that seems to be enough of a ramble for now … ♦

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Ode to the Man In Black

I saw Walk the Line. Have been waiting for it since May. Before May. Have loved Johnny Cash for many years. Was always told by my Dad growing up, “No honey, he’s a bad man, don’t like him.” My Dad looked at Cash’s actions, not heart. Bad move on his part. Biggest pet peeve of mine in life.

John & June had a most wonderful love story! Maybe the second best one there is. Last week, I heard an hour long tribute to the two, on some eclectic little radio station. Some bookish sounding woman waxed on about the love these two shared for one another, a sweet love, never tainted with bitterness, never lessened by time. Her soft spot for their story, her respect and admiration, left an impression on me. She told much about June Carter, how she was the daughter of America’s first Gospel family, the roots for many to follow. The host shared how that Gospel wasn’t just a genre to be sung for June, but was based on a sincere belief in God. Torn, she was, in her love for John versus her devotion to the Lord.

For years, she wrestled with her desire for a married man, a floundering, damaged man. She could not reconcile a want of John with following in line with her Godly beliefs, so at last, she chose. It is said, she chose John, to love the man, saying if loving Johnny Cash means burning in hell, I choose hell. Them there, are some powerful words! For a God-fearing Christian woman. I know. That’s BIG love. So in honor of a devoted woman. The words to my new favorite song:

Ring of Fire

Love is a burning thing
and it makes a fiery ring
bound by wild desire
I fell in to a ring of fire …

I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down
and the flames went higher.
And it burns, burns, burns
the ring of fire
the ring of fire.

The taste of love is sweet
when hearts like our’s meet
I fell for you like a child
oh, but the fire went wild …
I fell in to a burning ring of fire …

Simple words, not too much in the way of lyrics, have heard this song many times. But, saw it in a new light. Love compared to a fire. All consuming, enveloping, encompassing. It was shared that June meant for the song to mean her falling, not only into love, but into hell. I am glad to say for her sake, the sweetest of endings occurred. She made her choice. And John, a man of redemption, found his heart in the Lord as well. I have read words written by the man. Words of love that only a man who truly knows the Lord, trusts and shares in Him, could have written. So, for all those who find themselves falling as in the song, like I find myself, may the fall be sweet. ♦

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The First Snail Mail

Today was a great day, I tell you! I received the neatest of gifts from the neatest man I know. Made my day! I drove all the way to work like a smiling fool. It was a very Deborah-specific gift, to be sure. Aren’t those the best kinds of gifts, too? The ones that only someone who has taken the time to notice what you like, can give.

In other news, Jess, you kind girl, you. Bean told me all about Fiona Apple playing at the Paramount this coming Wednesday night and how you looked into tickets for us. I hear you have class so it won’t workout, but even so, the fact that it was a possibility really helped make my week. If it weren’t for you and Bryan being so generous with the free tickets over the last few years, I would have been concert-less and play-less on my meek little budget. So, thank you! Ok, that aside is complete …

Tonight I’ll be working on my Christmas shopping mission! A plan of attack, if you will. I so want to run right off to the stores and continue with what’s begun already, but I know I will go crazy and spend too much on something over here, when the money was meant for something over there. So instead, I will be a wise one and make a list. ♦

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Minty Peach, Yum!

Dude, I feel like I blinked and it’s Christmas again almost. This may be the fastest year that has gone by yet! Time, slow down already! Lots I want to do yet. Today I am running the show at work. Hope I don’t mess it up! Missing a deadline is like the worst thing in newspaper land. At the very beginning of the year, my Dad told me the most encouraging words about how this was gonna be my year. I tell you, I think he was right. It appears that there will be a part II, as well, on into next year. No complaints here. It’s lunch time and I am having a love affair with this chicken bowl that I order several times a week. It has yet to get old! I wish it was double veggies and chicken, without the rice though. I asked the chicken bowl lady her name last week. It’s Shim. Shim will be receiving a little Christmas something from me, that’s for sure! She always, always recognizes my voice when I place the order over the phone, and she gives me extra spicy sauce on the side, too. YAY! I love the little details like that, when people out and about, know who you are. It makes life much more enjoyable. “Deborah, is that you?” she asks. I am glad that all went well yesterday, headache-free, sunglass-free! For a most amazing man I know. Hoping for more of the same today! ♦

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Green Apples

I am at work. Should I be adding a new blog entry here? Haha, a break, I have. I don’t like that word “blog.” At all! Add it to the list. It’s an ugly word that makes me think of something like soggy boogers, or something. the “bl” as in bleh, and that “og” at the end. Yucky. None too nice on the ears.

Well, tonight I have much to do! All the “have-to’s” before the “get-to’s”! Hope I’m not too tired once I finally get around to some of those “get-to’s”! Some very important letter writing and prize planning to work on. Sunday night, I started my Christmas shopping! Impromptu! Wasn’t planning on it, just stopped into the store in between the job and the friends, and voila! Perfect little gifts began popping up left and right! I had to go back and get a cart.

Yesterday was a magical day! It marked 216 more days, my favorite number, until the meeting of the century! Alright, duty calls. More newspaper pages to spool … ♦

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