I just over-popped my second straight bag of popcorn. I have no trouble with cooking and baking so you'd think I could master the popcorn thing. Maybe the snack-size bags are just throwing me off. Despite its overly-done state, I continue to pick through the kernels as I sit in my apartment with a heated blanket and raspberry lemonade listening to the train pass through town. Peaceful.
Christmas decorations are down both in my apartment and my classroom thanks to much help from my sister and students. However, the lights and snowflakes remain up in my classroom since winter is far from over in dear IN. Thursday brought continual snowfall throughout the day which resulted in a 2 hr early release. The snow continued long enough to give us our first snow day of the school year on Friday. That evening I met up with some old friends [and some new ones too] for dinner at b dubs. I had forgotten how simply wonderful it is to spend significant time with people who know you so incredibly well. It almost felt like a homecoming of sorts. We all had a marvelous time and are eagerly looking forward to the next opportunity we have to reconvene.
Saturday afternoon Kirstin came over and helped me with chores around the apartment while watching bits and pieces of "The Sound of Music". Classic. We made a valiant attempt at a semi-homemade pizza and decided that, while quite edible, we can make several improvements next time, the first of which being a fully cooked crust. (Oops. I missed the part where the Pillsbury can told me to precook the crust for 5 minutes before adding the toppings.)
This weekend I was convicted of how bare-boned my prayer life has become lately. It's a far cry from where I want to be in my conversations with my Savior. This summer I had begun reading "Intercessory Prayer" by Dutch Sheets but did not have the chance to finish it before the school year started up again. I want to pick that back up and continue picking away at the chapters until I finish. And then I'll go through and read it again. It's just that... packed and intense.
Track season is just about a month away. While excited for its arrival, I'm afraid it'll sneak up on me all too quickly.
By the way, my sister can carry 2 gallons of milk, 2 gallons of orange juice, creamer, bananas, cereal and other various groceries up the stairs to my apartment in one trip without breaking a sweat. (It was also 6 degrees outside when she did this...)
