I always like it when bloggers do early-morning daybooks: you know, they sit down with coffee before the day really begins and type a few random thoughts. Â Somehow, though, I never manage to do it myself. Â Leaving the house at seven to get to school on time is more conducive to wild panic than to blogging.
But today is a weekend, and I’m determined to try. Â So here we go: a few little random thoughts about life, faith, and books.
1. Â Is it really already March? Â Wild. Â I think the late start of Lent this year has Â thrown me off. Â Usually, by this time, we’ve had Ash Wednesday, and I’m not eating meat on Fridays, and I’m in the middle of my Lenten Resolution. Â Speaking of which, I’d better start thinking of what I’ll do this year. Â It’ll involve prayer, somehow … that much I know.
2. Â Among the five or so books that I’ve got going at the moment is Tattoos on the Heart: The Power of Boundless Compassion by Gregory Boyle. Â And wow: it’s fabulous.
It’s written by a priest who works with gangs in L.A., and yet it’s about so much more, too: about community, and love, and who God really is, and what God isn’t. Â I will write more about it someday, I promise. Â I’m not kidding when I say it’s one of the best spiritual books I’ve read in the last five years … maybe more.
3. Â The other day, driving home, Matthew asked, “How old do you have to be to drive a car?”
“Sixteen,” I told him.
“Yes,” he said seriously. Â “And you’re seventy-eight.”
I look darn good for my age, don’t you think?
4. Â What the boys are currently listening to on the stereo: Juice Box Heroes, No Sugar Added. Â It’s the brainchild of two musician dads who decided that “Wheels on the Bus” and similar were getting old fast, and so they rewrote the lyrics to twelve songs from the eighties and nineties, making them more palatable to kids. Â My favorites are Â “I Wish I Had my Puppy’s Fur” (an homage to Rich Springfield’s greatest hit) along with “Cheerio World,” which is Madonna without the materialism. Â It’s a kick.