Blogging? What's that again?

Knock, knock.

"Oh, hi! It's so nice to see you!"

"Definitely. We haven't seen you in forever, Abby."

"Oops. Sorry. I've been kind of busy, finishing school, and finishing school. You know."

"Of course. No apology necessary. So how was Independence Day?"

"Great, we saw some fireworks, even though it was raining, and we went to a friend's house and we ate some food, and we almost swam in the pool, but it was raining again, so we didn't get to."

"Cool."

"Yep, it was fun."

"Mmm-hmm. And how many days until summer break for you?"

"A few more, I think about four. We're done with Latin, finally, and I'm almost done reading the curriculum books. I'm almost finished with my math book, too."

"Okay, Abby. This is boring. You can't just post about what you're doing."

"Well, what do you want to hear?"

"I don't know, maybe, uh... your life experiences or something."

"Um... I saw a lizard today. It was striped."

"Oh, how interesting. Can't you think of anything better than that?!"

"Not really. I don't have a very interesting life."

"I'm sure there's enough."

"Uh... my sisters and I learned Dixie on our instruments, and played it for our friends on the 4th of July."

"Right. You play Manolind or something?"

"Mandolin. Haven't you ever read my posts?"

"Sort of. Kind of. But not that well. And you really don't post that often."

"Well, excuse me. I'm trying to change that."

"Get to work then. You don't keep up a blog by lying around."

"I know that."

"Well, I've got to go now. It's been nice talking to you... sort of."

"Goodbye, then."

Slam! 




How was your Independence Day?

Grace be with you,
Abby :D

a short thought for the week

 A week or two ago, I stood around for 5 hours. Of course, I wasn't just standing there. I was helping to pack shoe boxes for Operation Christmas Child. It was a wonderful experience, checking and taping boxes for needy children. I willingly stood there and packed for 5 hours... and it made me think.

At home, when my mother assignment vacuuming as the 'chore of the day', I grumpily get out the vacuum. I slam it around and grumble under my breath at how hard and unfair it is.
What is so different about serving out and about, and serving at home? Is it just that it's more fun to be with friends while working? Or maybe that we try to make a good impression on people, "Oh look! I just love to work so much! I'm so cheerful and happy as I work!" I'm certainly not like that at home. Would I have been so cheerful if we had to pack boxes at home, without friends, without anyone to impress?

What is your opinion? Do you work more cheerfully at home, or out-and-about?

Grace be with you,

Abby :D