Normal Days

I forgot to plug my iPad in last night. I sabotaged myself: it is at a whopping 18%.

It seems I am always forgetting things. And I would be happy to share the many things I forget on a daily basis, but?? I can't presently remember any of them.

Typical.

Roy is heading out this evening with 13 other Pisgah people for Acrofest in Texas. I am jealous as he is staying with my sister Tami. My sister Lori is going there from Arkansas where she lives and Dad, Jo, and my aunt are all going there too. So it's like a big family reunion--without me.

I watched an interview last night with Adam Levine and his girlfriend at the time, Anne--a famous model. I only watched part of it as the interviewer was Howard Stern and so, as you can imagine, it wasn't exactly classy. Anyway, they were talking about how they met at a party and were both tipsy, if not drunk. Adam was enthralled with Anne so he followed her around. They spent the first night in the motel together but "nothing happened." Howard Stern was totally flabbergasted by this and demanded to know when they had their first sexual encounter. They both said they waited a really long time:

Here's the kicker.

They waited about a week.

Call me old fashioned but...that didn't sound like a really long time to me.

So it got me thinking about my day. It was a fairly uneventful day actually--one of those run-of-the-mill type days that included teaching my freshmen and spending time chatting it up with the husband and cooking something for Jace and talking to a good friend and pretty much nothing out of the ordinary.

It certainly didn't involve alcohol or chance encounters with rock stars or high-end models. It didn't involve lavish parties or illicit conversations with radio talk show hosts where I spill the beans on the most intimate parts of my life.

Sometimes Hollywood lives are fascinating, glamorous. I see pictures of their beautiful faces on the red carpet and wonder what it be would like to have millions clamoring for your attention. But truthfully I don't envy them. Not at all.

I am content to stay anonymous, living my life in a quiet community where I can go about my day in the usual manner--teaching and grading and reading and cooking (sometimes) and running errands and living life in an unspectacular manner.

“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.”

― Mary Jean Irion