Inbox

Keeping life organised has never been one of my failings. I can for the most part keep it together. But I am terrible at keeping my email inbox tidy. I was judging whether I had new mail based on if the inbox was reading higher than 93. No, I am not making that up. So, I decided to do the big girl thing and instead of cleaning the house I cleaned out my inbox. Now it is reading 1. I can't find one unread email. Some where between 2006 and now there is an unread email hanging around in my inbox.
Oh well, never said I could make it spotless.

I finally gave into a Summer craving and reread Girl of the Limberlost - Gene Stratton-Porter
I kept telling myself that I had to read some of the new material that was hanging around before I could cave and reread Summer books. I caved.

Going back through email I came to the realization that at least in 2006 - 7 I was much more active on facebook. I have some many more messages that I never bothered to delete. Now my most common message from facebook reads like this "Christina, you have notifications pending."
Yup, I don't hand out on facebook much anymore.

Wanna see my new shoes? OK.

Pretty, ya? Fluevog's. They restored my faith in pretty shoes after the lousy seasons Spring/Summer 2012 turned out to be. I didn't like the shoes that came out this year. Sigh.

I needed to talk?

Olympics, weather, books, struggles with the parish priest, work, meeting new family, new shoes, these are just a few of the things that have been occupying my mind recently.

I could if pressed speak on any of these. Badly, but I could. Much to my shame trying to translate that into writing is harder.

I have been watching the Olympics. One observation about becoming an adult is that there is less time to obsess about things that when I was younger I had the time to fixate on. It was always easier with the Summer Olympics too because I wasn't in school, I could if I wanted to spend almost all day watching sports. I knew the stats, I knew the events. Bursting full of useless info I was. Now, not so much.

Saturday and Sunday this week I was on the mainland and hot. It was hot at home I heard, but I didn't care that it was hot here, I just cared that it was hot were I was. I was nowhere near a body of water and it was almost 40 degrees. Blarg.
Just in case anyone is curious I function in Celsius. Yup, I measure in feet and inches and drive in kilometers and temperature in Celsius. I am a child of parent raised in imperial taught both American curriculum and am still staunchly Canadian.

I finished Insurgent -Veronica Roth
Still good. It did not hold the tension as well as, say, Hunger Games, but still good.

Jeepers. I hope you didn't read all this.
We will talk aobut my new shoes later.

I had a day

Day the Twentieth:

I had an uninspiring day. Just a day. I am sure God was with me throughout my day, but nothing else to sing about happened. That came out wrong. My Lord is all I need to sing about. Just... You know. A day.

Little things happened. Like a friend came over to tell me about her new formal dress. And I went to work. A book was dropped off, it is a book of short stories all about dragons. My dresses shipped from Shabby Apple. If you have never checked them out, do so. http://www.shabbyapple.com/

A little day. And now it is over, so I am going to bed. The place of rest and rejuvenation.

GERONIMO