More fireworks in the east. I get excited, thinking it could be thunder (though it's a foolish notion since my husband gives me the full report on any meteorological changes well in advance, and thunder is not in tonight's forecast.) I want thunder and lightning a few more times before the cold weather sets in, and I don't feel too guilty for saying so, since New Orleans came through today's maelstrom better than expected.
Thunder and lightning -- a little more passion, a little more spirit, a little more delight for my dollar.
I got a role in the play opening at church in two weeks -- I don't know what I was thinking, honestly, what with the rehearsal schedule and my MORTAL TERROR of public speaking. (And just to clarify, I've spoken to audiences many times, but my knees are always jelly and I usually can't remember what I've said after the fact. I feel slightly electrocuted when it's over.) Actually, my motivation was in part to experience these plays we do from the member-participants' perspective, the better to relate this to others in the course of promoting our arts ministry. Then again, maybe it was the lightning -- or the absence thereof -- like those piano lessons over the summer. Will I start that again as well? Not sure. I want to but I'm bad with my time -- and if I'm that undisciplined, how in the world could I manage going back to school?
My son has a cold and slept terribly last night which prevented me from getting to sleep until almost 4am. SO I'm tired right now. I should turn in. But I'm thinking about you, gentle reader, and wondering who you are and what you're up to this time of night (besides surfing). I have about 35 loyal visitors, but rarely does one of you leave a comment ~ you lurk! Some of you are easy to spot (the people I know, dropping by surreptitiously during working hours or scanning while on the road -- I see your host names in my weekly reports.) Most of you are completely anonymous, which is just how you like it, I know. Quietly curious for 3 minutes at a time. Well, here I am (to borrow JJ's blog title for a moment) -- I ain't much, but I'm obviously spending lots of time thinking about it. Thanks for dropping by.