A little about a lot

Thursday, May 31, 2007

Reasons my job rocks

1. For the past three weeks, I've worn a t-shirt and blue jeans, a ball cap and tennis shoes to work pretty much every day of the week. In fact, this morning, I came through the door in a skirt and my coworkers didn't recognize me.

2. My boss has done my job. It's always best to work for someone who was a reporter first. Also, today he bought me mint chocolate chip ice cream sandwiches just because he thought I deserved one. This is a guy who knows how to get me to work.

3. Every day, there is a good story to tell. It's wonderful in an overwhelming way.

4. It's only a mile and a half from my house.

5. Everyone is pretty laid back.

6. They sell York Peppermint Patties in the vending machine.

I KNOW!

7. It smells like ink in the mornings.

8. I got to change desks today. This is good for three reasons: a. I don't sit under the "News/Editorial" sign anymore, which means that now the people who come in to yell at the first "news/editorial" person they see can bewilder someone else. b. I'm no longer the first person in the line of fire if someone walks through the door with a gun. c. The police scanner on this desk allows me to TURN DOWN THE VOLUME. Hallelujah.

9. My job frequently allows me the pleasure of driving around and looking at wheatfields.

10. They still let me drive the company car even though I kinda tap-tap-tappityed that mean old lady that one time.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Being held

One of my best friends is an amazing woman named Anna. Something Anna used to say, and still does say, is "I hold you in my heart."

I've used this saying myself. Sometimes it's the best way to say what you mean - that the person being held means so much to you. It means that you love them deeply, think of them often and carry their friendship with you wherever you go.

It means that the person who is held has become a little bit of who you are. It means that sometimes, as you are wandering around your life and see or hear a certain something, the part of your heart where the person is held swells up and makes you smile or laugh or praise God.

Like I said ... I've used this saying. But it never quite sounds right coming out of my mouth. It belongs to Anna. She is one of the best "holders."

This is an e-mail from Anna to me. The subject was "Purple"

"For some reason, whenever I hear of the book/play "The Color Purple," I think of you. I really have no idea what the book is about, but somehow it's in the same cubby hole of my mind as Maya Angelou and quilts and the actual color green and bare feet and cute wrinkly grandfathers and Dr. Pepper, because all of those things make me think of you, too. Strange, I know. That's how much I love you, I guess. Do you even drink Dr. Pepper any more?

But anyway. I ju
st saw this quote that is evidently actually from the book "The Color Purple", and it totally sounds like you, so I thought I'd share. "I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it."

I think so, too. Maybe more disappoints, rather than pissing off, but somedays, probably pissing off is pretty darn accurate.

But anyway, again. Love you and miss you and wish you didn't live in Kansas even though you love brick streets and stars at night. Wish you were closer, or I was closer, or something.

Anna"

See?

And yes. I think most days it probably disappoints God when we walk by the color purple in a field and don't notice, and some days it probably makes Him throw up his hands in frustration at how seldom we see the ways He's saying "I love you, child."

Today, though, I didn't miss the color purple. It came in an e-mail from my friend Anna.