Hello Hello! How goes it?
I survived the weekend but I am exhausted and a little on edge. I had a
lot of fun this weekend. I started with dinner with friends and then got up
bright and early for my glass fusing class on Saturday. There were two teachers and six students
(myself included). For half of the day
nobody was talking. I tried to start
some conversation and it went nowhere for a while but over a few hours people
became more comfortable and by the end of the day I got to hear all about one
woman’s struggle with her neighbor who tries to sell her 31 products, jewelry,
etc. quite aggressively. It was a thrilling tale I assure you.
In the morning we started out by making coasters to get used
to the process of cutting and breaking the glass. I have roughly 87 coasters so
I certainly didn’t need 4 more so I did some for my mom for Mother’s Day. They
had a lot of pretty blue colors that matches her house much better than my own.
I really liked a bowl on one of the teacher’s websites and
wanted to do it in my colors so I did.
It will look like a plaid with red, yellow and green. It will be see through in between the colors
so I’m hoping when the light catches it that it will be pretty cool. I laid out
all of the strips and they will fire it in the kiln so that the glass becomes
liquid and reduces to one layer. Then
they will let it cool. It will still be
a flat disc at this point so they will fire it again (not as hot this time)
while it is over a mold and the disc will fall into the mold taking on its
shape. Mine will be a square shaped bowl.
One of the teachers was very good looking and I was
impressed with how talented he was with his glass making skills. Given his
sailor’s mouth I’m guessing we might not have similar religious views and that
bums we out a bit. Why is it that the
guys I seem to connect with on a physical, intellectual, humorous level don’t
share the same religious views? I guess this is just going to ensure that I
will be extremely grateful if a guy with the whole package does come along.
After the glass class I went to my church’s Saturday service
for the first time. I must say that I am
homesick for my church in Knoxville. Not so much the single’s group but the
preaching. Oh how I miss the humor, the theology, the challenging sermons, etc. This church in Nashville also has so many
services, and many of them are packed to the brim making it extremely packed
and that makes it extremely difficult for a left-handed note taker to take
notes! I’ve been sitting on the front
rows by myself to make sure I can sit on the left most seat without risk of
being told to move in to make room for people.
Because of this going to church is rather quite lonely. I could sit with people but I wouldn’t be
able to take notes and that is the only way that I remember diddily squat. A few weeks ago I decided to just stay at
home and listen to one of my Knoxville pastor’s sermons on the Internet. That
just made me even more homesick for that church. The sermon dealt with tough stuff that many
churches wouldn’t even touch but that is one of the reasons I love them. Actually
at my Nashville church there was a guest speaker at the single’s group and he
also talked about a similar subject. He
also laid out the gospel and one of my friends said that is the first time she
has heard the gospel at the church in the three years she has been there. I must say that sent up a warning flag for
me. I know that no church is perfect but I do admit I am homesick.
That night I went to an 80s theme wedding shower. Some
people complained that they didn’t have 80s outfits and so they opened it up
for people to wear pajamas instead. Very random but people had a blast whether
they were in PJs or neon colors with their hair crimped. I told the bride-to-be
that I must be a true Nashvillian by now to be invited to weddings and showers.
Since I did church on Saturday night I was able to sleep in
(somewhat) and get up and do all of my bible study days for the week. I didn’t have the time to do them during the
week so I saved them to do all at once.
Better late than never. I
finished all by one before I met a friend for brunch and a movie. This is one
of my sweetest friendships that I cherish so much. She used to live in Knoxville and we were in
a bible study at the church there that I miss so much. I have known her for
several years and I love her authenticity and her voraciousness to go after
whatever it is she is striving after at the moment. She is always in the know
as well. When I first moved here she was
able to tell me about all of these different places to go to and things to do
and see. She helped to make my transition a smooth one and I am very grateful
for that. She is extremely busy with
school work but we try to get together when we can and we were able to get
together to have brunch and watch Zero Dark Thirty together. The movie involved
more violence and torture than I expected but it was well done. I have a lot of respect and awe that the
female CIA agent stuck with her guns so adamantly that you could almost single
handedly credit her for the killing of Osama Bin Laden. Her tenacity and unwillingness to drop her
obsession reminded me of the widow that kept hounding the judge in the
bible. When we walked into the theater
it was extremely dark and it was hard to see where to go and they put the walkway
to a level of stairs in the middle of a set of stairs. So I stepped up on the
stair not knowing that the walkway was not on the same level and I totally
fell. I hit my knee really hard on the plastic cup holder and my hip/thigh on
something, maybe an arm rest. I fell into a seat and was just trying to get
over the pain as my friend looked on. A
bruise hasn’t shown up yet but there is a big knot there and I’m sure it will
look nasty once it arrives.
I shared my testimony at bible study and I must say that it
was very hard to follow. I wrote down notes but couldn’t get my mind to focus
and I was all emotional because I am PMSing and just saw that emotional movie
and … it… was … a … mess. Goodness grief. I feel like apologizing. Sorry for my
mess of a story that I guess mimics my life in a sense. I feel like saying,
“Sorry for my word vomit, please don’t judge me.”
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