piano

some hoodlums stole the metal poles out of my green party sign and left the plastic sign on my lawn. i found discovered this on my way to church this morning. clearly it hadn't just blown over because the poles were no where to be found. now that i think of it, i heard some people out front last night while i was in bed, some girl giggling and other muffled voices. i'm really unimpressed. i feel politically victimized :( mean jerks.

this afternoon i was driving home from my mom's place and passed a large tv with remote sitting on the roadside. i kept driving another 30 seconds or so when the thought dawned on me that we could use a tv at next. so i turned around and went back for it. it was pretty big, but i managed to get it in the mojomobile and then managed to carry it into next and up the stairs. although, my finger did get pinned between the tv and a stair when i was trying to put it down and it crushed my wooden ring – breaking it into 4 pieces. it has a really nice clear picture, and it's significantly bigger than the old decrypted one. unfortunately, the dvd ended up skipping a lot, so i'm still working out the kinks, but feel like we're making progress. hopefully we'll be glitch-free next week.

the tv got me thinking about our active role in solutions (i realize this might seem like a stretch, but i like how simple it is). there was a need: we needed a new tv. we could've belly-ached over it, we could've complained, or done some fundraising. we could've simply prayed that a new tv would come our way. when the tv was there for the taking i drove right past it, and i could've kept going. but instead i recognized the opportunity and took it. too often i expect things to just happen – if it's right everything will fall into place. i wonder how many opportunities have passed me by because i was expected a large neon sign declaring "LESLEY... TAKE THIS FREE TV".

hebrews 11 got me thinking today. i wonder what would be said about me. "by faith, lesley...." i'm going to make it my mission to figure that out. it might require treading more intentionally.

i was really sad when my mom told me paul newman died yesterday. he's my favourite – total dream-boat. especially when his hair was going salt & pepper. and the fact that he was married to the same woman for like 60 years just ups his ante.

i feel like i bear the distinct odor of super spicy salsa right now.
i'm outta here.
peace.

making tea in your underwear.