Am entirely happy because of a beautiful new word coined by the mother of a friend. Not only because it is fitting, like unto apples of gold in settings of silver, but it also reminds me that filthy rags is all my "craptice" ever amounts to anyway.
So hooray! It really doesn't matter. We live, we laugh, we love, we doubt, we wrong, we fail, but it is okay, because we're not the point anymore - at least not from our perspective. That place of honor has been someone else's the whole time, and I am free, free, free when I remember that! Oh God, it's good to know that!
He who began a good work in you will be faithful to complete it.
Wow, three exclamation marks in one entry. I ought to be ashamed - but no, not for this. There are times when I just can't help grinning foolishly over being loved. I've got the face of a complete idiot on right now, and even the midnight hours of inadequate studying ahead can't touch where it's coming from.
that's my Aunt Melinda!
Posted by: linnea at 03.04.04 20:42This is the mama of the friend who coined the word 'craptice'. Just wanted you to know your blog caught my eye. My friends and I called our practicing that, because we were sick of it. We sang together. Glad you are free from the crap of prac. I can't believe I am saying this. Did you say whose mom?????
Posted by: mom1 at 03.06.04 18:47if you click on the link in "friend" it takes you to Jeannette's blog, that's how I figured out.
Posted by: linnea at 03.07.04 01:39Yep, I know Jeanette (played in CC's dorkestra with her) and Mary (sang in Alatheia with her) and Linnea (lived on the hall with her, and our moms were hallmates at CBC back in the day).
Posted by: tuggy at 03.08.04 12:39