Kendall has been gone for 37 days now. You know the locket Tom Hanks has in Cast Away with his wife's picture in it? This is that picture for me. I lay awake, in a cave, talking to a volleyball and flashing my flash light at this picture over and over again.
She's having a blast in South America and has sent me some really strange pictures-- some of Pablo Neruda, some of tiny snowmen.
In writing this blog post I realized that today is hump day: Kendall has been gone for 37 days, she will be home in 37 days. There's some good news.
I finally broke down and started a twitter account. At last I can share with the world all of the white knuckle excitement that is me seeing Alex's dad in Tuscaloosa or shaving off my mustache. Exciting stuff.
The summer has been very hectic: class every day-- 3 books a week, growing church responsibilities and a new boss and administrative assistant at work. Work I think has been the hardest to adjust to; my last boss was such a character that I had gotten used to his crazy way of running things. The new guy is nice, but does his own thing and I don't know him very well yet. Busy, busy, busy.
I've been teaching my first Wednesday night class on "The Shack" by Wm. Paul Young. The discussion in it has been wonderful. To be honest, I had no idea what to expect for attendance, discussion or opinion on the book. Everyone has been faithful about coming, talking and getting into the book. Not all of them agree with or like it, but they're all excited to be talking about the points it's trying to make. Next Wednesday will be the final meeting of the class. I'll spend July trying to work up a lesson plan to teach a class on something (probably one of the Gospels) in August.
I had such high hopes for updating this thing more often... Ah, well.
Ben
