After the rain.

There are many ways to spend a day.
Of those, here be one;
A magnificent one,
Profuse in silence,
Warm with peace,
Cleansed and unbrushed.

After the rain,
I take my thoughts,
I take my tea,
I take all that swims,
In a brain,
I take;
And then I give,
And let the rain,
And let the tea,
Do it's work,
It's grand work.

All shall be,
All is well,
On this day.
All,
Is well.

This songmakes you wanna dance your socks off.

what is good and what is right.

"Anyone, then, who knows the good he ought to do and doesn't do it, sins." - James 4:17

All of James has me feeling convicted right now.

Crack-a-lackin'

Broke my nose.



First bone in the body to break. Check that off my Bucket List.

Left side Seios Etmoidais (above the left Seio Maxilar) was pushed down below right Seios Etmodais, causing a dent on left side of nose.





All that's needed to fix the devil? Ten minute surgery where they stick something up my nose and snap the bone back up in place. A splint is then added for support.



Viola! Just like new.

A few shots of England. Should give a very small taste of our month in the UK.

Not. Again.

Third drug test in the past week and a half, and NOT because I didn't pass the former two. Apparently the place I keep going to doesn't know how to do paperwork.

I'll be lucky if I have any pee left.

Crabs and Coruscations

High Five For First Kiss

R.I.P. ?

Somehow I can't see Jesus jubilantly standing over Bin Laden's grave, American flag in hand, saying, "Yes! Osama is dead. Victory!"

And that begs the question: what should my reaction be to Bin Laden's death?

Dustland Fairy Tale

This blog has no right being titled that, but no other title comes to mind so it will stay so.

Everyone from school is in Europe right now; the whole choir, that is. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a tad bit jealous and sad that I wasn't there with them. But God has everything planned out perfectly and perhaps it wasn't good timing for me to go. Or maybe not. Maybe it's just how things worked out and I'll live with it, and it'll be just fine. Seems like that's how most decisions go. Unless they are truly "bad" (which is hard to know) taking one road over another is a matter of your choice. Sure, things might have been different if you took the other road, but better? Who's to say? And why think about it anyway? You've already made the choice, so stick by your guns and make the most of the road you decided to traverse. Take a dirt bike down it. Pick wild-flowers along the way. Stop by the waterfall behind the tree-line. You chose the path, now walk it like you mean it.

So now that I've chose my path my days shall be filled with work paperwork. Because I'm working up at Crater Lake this summer for dispatch, there are several in depth back ground check papers to fill out; not to mention a drug test to take and fingerprinting to prove I'm not a criminal. (ha!) If we're being honest, I'm nervous about the job. Part of that might be because I don't know what to expect. Most of that might be that I don't know what to expect, actually...

The days have been warm and breezy. Spring time always smells like warming earth here in Chiloquin. I'm not sure why here instead of, oh, Portland, but it's not the same smell. Can't wait for the flowers to come out and the grass to dim a few shades of green. That generally means watermelon, swimming and Frisbee games, three of my favorite summer activities.

Well, I suppose it's time for me to smooth out my wrinkled To-Do list and check off a few things. First off, call the police station and schedule finger printing. Hm... Phone number for County Sheriff's office... 911

Isn't that ALWAYs how you're supposed to contact the police?

We shall see, shant we?