We are officially big city people. We moved across the river, North Portlandia is our home. And to be honest I feel more at home here. We are three blocks from a street crammed with freaky-good restaurants, bike shops, music stores, a children’s book store, coffee, tea, crafty things, a market. We are surrounded by hipsters, hippies, college folk, crazy bikers, make your own beer dudes, weirdos with a little b.o., kiddos wearing clothes I want, the use your own grocery bag type humans, bearded beanie-wearing homegrown organic types, the happy, sad, messed up, and torn, biking their way through rain and life with no purpose folks.
And if multiple denied apartment applications give any hint of where God wants us…this must be it. Now, to bring a bit of Jesus to this place.
reading The Help per suggestion of my Aunt while enjoying my cleaned and unchristmased living room…contemplating a real mattress-above-floor-bed thanks to my Daddy…eating grapefruit and not succeeding at sticky control…attempting to sit as close as possible to the fireplace and not get burned.
who would have known that getting a job would suddenly motivate me to be extremely productive?
after getting the rundown on where to pick the kids up from school, where soccer practice is, where the parks are, where the zoo is, how to get back to their house from everywhere, and also how to get back to my house from everywhere…i came home and grocery shopped and cooked three things. three things that actually take effort and thought and recipes and time. (with only a little bit of pinterest and facebook thrown in there.)
when i was jobless i found it extremely hard to get anything done at all. i find it ironic.
today i rode a see-saw for the first time in many years. it’s a real work out when the person on the other end weighs about 30 pounds.
“I think I can understand that feeling about a housewife’s work being like that of Sisyphus* (who was the stone rolling gentleman). But it is surely in reality the most important work in the world. What do ships, railways, miners, cars, government etc exist for except that people may be fed, warmed, and safe in their own homes? As Dr. Johnson said, “To be happy at home is the end of all human endeavour”. (1st to be happy to prepare for being happy in our own real home hereafter: 2nd in the meantime to be happy in our houses.) We wage war in order to have peace, we work in order to have leisure, we produce food in order to eat it. So your job is the one for which all others exist…”
from Letter of C.S. Lewis
*Sisyphus was the king of Greek Mythology who was given as punishment the task of rolling a large stone up a hill only to have it fall down again.