Rooibos tea with lavender and something else...I forget what it was. But it was good.
Peaceful, relaxing. Very nice.
Christmas is coming to Prince Street.
So many good memories surrounding this little coffee shop. The first coffee shop I visited when I moved to Pennsylvania.
This is where we say "meet me there."
This is the "hub" of town.
We don't say, "I'm going to Prince Street Cafe." Even though it's ON Prince Street, we say, "I'm going to Prince Street." And everyone knows where you mean.
Always busy. Especially on Friday night. Good luck ever getting a table.
They recently renovated in a big way, making better use of the crunched, downtown Lancaster space they have, and in my opinion, though I wish they had kept the original round sign out front, I like the renovations.
So here I chill with my husband and Jake.
And Red Gloves.
So I have changed my name. I'm very pleased about this state of affairs.
However, I find that simply writing the interesting things that happen in my life sometimes leaves me with little to write about. Perhaps it has been a particularly boring week. Perhaps my eyes are closed to the awesomeness around me. Perhaps I'm just tired and don't want to take the time to think of something groundbreaking. Whatever the case, my blog needs some kind of regular life deposited into it.
I think a cup of coffee should start things off nicely.
(Talk To You After Coffee!)
We just got a new car. It's a '94, 5-speed Honda Accord, and I finally get to learn how to drive it. Jeremy is an expert, and you should see how excited he is to teach me. Last night he took me to a parking lot and I got to practice on a level surface. Today he's going to find some uphills for me so that I can be prepared for anything. I'm kind of nervous. I don't want to kill this thing too much. I'm an expert at stalling a car.
So wish me luck!
It's been a very memorable night. Don't think I've ever had so much fun on a crazy busy night at work. So many things that are really so stupid or aggravating that they're funny!
There's Larry, the trigger happy manager. His favourite thing to do is make you feel like you're in trouble, or imply that you're going to be fired. Or he makes you believe you've done something wrong, without actually telling you what you did.
Then at the end of the night, when he's letting you out, he tells you something he appreciates about you. The other night he said to me,
"Well Aisha, as much as you annoy me, you have a very beautiful singing voice. You should be on American Idol or something."
There's Jim, the 10-year waiter, who has lately been having a hard time of it. Last night he came up to me and asked me to check if he had a fever. He said, "I must be sick, I think I'm enjoying myself!"
AJ. A really good server who started out with a bang and did really well. I think he likes the steady, kinda slow days. Busybusy is not his style. Last night he came back to the kitchen 3 different times saying, "I am so over this place." With more grumbling.
By the third time I had to laugh.
I questioned myself. What does it mean to be "over" something? Typically that would mean one has recovered from something, or one has had enough and is done dealing with it. Or one is done caring about it.
I think neither of these options is the case with AJ. I think his statement, is, in fact, a bluff. And I cannot help but laugh. At least that was last night. Today may be a different story.
There's Tri, (pronounced 'tree,') the Chinese manager who is silent until he likes you, at which point he likes to cuss you out and urge you to "get to work" when you're already busting your back.
Alegra, the new girl, who every day has new hair style or colour, and a new amusement.
So many characters and attitudes and methods of dealing with things. Half the time I want to lose my head and scream at someone. The other half I want to laugh it off. Whatever's left over, I want to just sit down. Sometimes I would love to just walk out.
Praise the Lord for his mercy in making me capable of continuing to deal with all of the pain and trial (sore feet and sore back, aching head and aching arms) which comes with this particular job.
I overheard a conversation today between a young woman and a wise man.
The woman said:
"What does this mean? Every time. Something new. Something hard. Something so discouraging.
Once you've stepped onto a path, does Stability ever meet you? Does Balance ever walk with you?
It doesn't walk with my husband and me.
We cannot sit down and have coffee with Ease. We do not chat lightly with Carelessness.
Instead, Need barges through our door, and we board Uncertainty in the back bedroom. Struggle sits at our table and Insecurity eats our food.
Is it always like this? Or do you come to a point where Want turns away and Treat lounges on the sofa?
No pinched faces, no rigid backs. But rather, hands that are still, feet that aren't sore, and neck rubs aplenty."
The wise man said:
"That would depend on your perspective."
Grace is still surrounding us, even in this difficulty.
Mama once said, "God has brought yoy this far, He isn't going to give up on you now."
He brought us through our wedding, yes, and to our new home, less than perfect though it be. He had given us the strength to work, and the mercy of understanding bosses. He has given me guests who tip well, and generous family and friends. He had planted us firmly in a church which holds onto us and supports us in everything. And He's kind of made it impossible for us to move away from it.
He has given us enough to pay the first month's rent here; why would I think He would suddenly cease His abounding mercy now, just as my husband is going in for surgery and will be unable to work for next month?
I smile a little smile to myself. 'He wouldn't, silly.'
Mama, thank you so much for your insight. You've made me laugh at myself a couple times since that day I was freaking out about getting my wedding dress altered.
God is ALWAYS there.
But not just *there*.
He is supporting. Holding. Relieving. Saving. Helping. Reassuring.
He has brought us this far: He will not let us down now.
So this crazy lady has been married for a month plus one day.
And I keep trying to write something on this blog. I get these brilliant ideas and I think, "Oh! I need to write about that!" So I get wherever I'm going and open the app on my phone.....aaaand it's gone.
This time. I don't care. I'm writing anways. That's how you maintain inspiration, right? Write even if there's nothing to write about.
Well, there is definitely stuff to write about in my life these days.
For starters, I'm married.
For continuance, I love my husband. ♡
Further. Jeremy is distracting me from writing by flipping about his favourite team and the possibility of watching it tonight at his parents' house on their big screen TV.
He is so cute. He's like a little kid.
He and I also just started our own phone plan, acquiring brand new Samsung Galaxy SIII's with the plan. Apparently Jeremy has never had a brand new phone in his whole life, and never one with data coverage, so he runs his phone dead 3 and 4 times a day playing games and watching games and watching movies and playing with his phone in general. He's crazy with that thing!
Here's hoping I get my dearly beloved back soon! Hehe.
So today we are hanging out with my in-laws.
I love these people. They're funny and sweet and generous and have a very sincere outlook on life. I'm so glad to be a part of this family!
Can't think of anything while sitting here between my husband and his father. So I'll talk to you later!
Hanging out at home on a finally quiet evening, reading a Bon Appetit magazine, and wondering how on earth to make anything as scrumptious as what's in the pictures, and remember some chicken thighs I had in the freezer. Also have some onions, olive oil, and cooking sherry. Add a dash of Kirkland's Organic No-salt Seasoning and a little freshly ground pepper and Mediteranean sea salt and cook it (covered) in a fry pan until outsides are kinda charred, and inside are cooked, and then serve it with hot buttered rice, fresh, cut-up tomatoes garnish with fresh cilantro. Splash fresh lemon juice over it all and add a glass of lemon water and you have a "nearly-gourmet", very delicious dinner. That cooking sherry simmered nicely into the meat, adding a bit of a WOW experience.
Looks kind of like this:
This is where God is.
This is Holy ground.
Living between walls.
Taking neither door.
Loving the hard-words hearts.
Holding hands with both.
The connecting link.
What answer do I give?
This is Holy Ground.
Cherish even the moments that rip you apart?
Tears push at your throat, all you can cry is whispered,
This is Holy Ground.
Knees scarred. Hands cold. Heart shaking.
Eyes flooded. Feet still. Head aching.
Shoulders weary. Skin shivered. Stomach quaking.
This is Holy Ground.
THIS IS HOLY GROUND!
God is here.
I came I in to work this morning, andg stepping out of my car I took a deep breath, like I always do. Only this time it didn't smell like farmland: the breeze was blowing from a different direction. It smelled fresh, rosy pinkness. Looking at the eastern sky from whence the fragrant breezes came, I saw the rose and gold freshness that it carried to me. A little distance away, on the lawn next the road, was a flowering Magnolia tree, dropping its white-pink petals on the grass beneath it. Behind the Magnolia was a row of young cedars, and a little to the right, a grove of magnificent pines, all hemming in the green lawn with its solitary tree laying down its blanket of rosy sweetness.
For a moment I was taken home on the breezes blowing west.
It was beautifully chilling and breathtaking and heart-breaking all at the same time.
Now it is raining, and the gold has gone, but the freshness and the essence of Oregon are stronger than ever. And I ache to be home again.
Greetings and a pleasant morning to you, neighbors.
Christy did take a picture for me of Eve doing her presentation, and as promised, here it is. I'm sad that you can't properly see the whole thing, but it's cute anyways. The best part is Eve looks perfectly confident and unafraid.
This girl is a marvel.
She has 2 cats named Clementine and KC, and almost every time I go to babysit her and her siblings she regales me with a new "Tales of Clementine and KC" which she made up on the spot, and more often than not I'm laughing my head off! I've never known a smarter girl of only 9 years old.
So! As time passes and I babysit more for them I'll see if I can't get a better picture.
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Well I got the dress done. I don't have a picture of the finished product, or of any more of the work in between, because my photographer was busy elsewhere. I took the dress to Eve and her mother last night, and Christy promised to take a picture and send it to me when Eve does her presentation. When that happens I will be sure to post a picture promptly!
As of right now Jeremy and I are at the bank, and we're putting my name on his account. I think in a previous post I mentioned Jeremy opening the account and I'd forgotten my ID; well, I remembered it this time.
After this we're heading to the car repair shop to pick up the minivan, which we just had inspected yesterday. You know it's mildly nerve-wracking to drive a vehicle whose inspection has been expired for 3 months. Haha. Every time a cop comes in sight you check everything just to make sure you're doing everything right, even though you know you haven't done anything wrong ever since you found out about the expiration, and you get tense and try not to look at the cop lest he thinks you look guilty, and you pray with all your heart the something hasn't randomly gone wrong that you can't see but the cop can.
Haha, that's what you do when you can't afford the repairs to a very well-used vehicle in order for it pass inspection.
Oh by the way, I just changed my phone over from my equally well-used Blackberry to Mama's old, 1st generation Android, and I just installed the blogger app, so I can take it with me everywhere. It's super cool having a touch-screen phone with the slide-out keyboard as well.
Anyways. Must be going now!
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