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Saturday, August 29, 2009

Viagra?

I got this in a Viagra advert today.
Getting a strong woody is like climbing on the highest mountain for you? With our pilule taken waking your friendo will be more like stepping over the threshold!

I just cannot make sense of it.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Little things

There are so many ways to touch people, it's amazing. Ways to touch people just by being yourself. Just by smiling. Just by doing something you've always done.
It's amazing how the "big" things that make you feel important and "impacting" touch fewer people than the little things. When I think about it that way, I'd rather be a little person doing little things. I like that amazing feeling of gratitude to the Lord when you find out that something you've done has touched someone, sometimes after years and years of not knowing, more than that dumb feeling of pride at doing something big and making tons of people watch you.
I want to do lots of little things to touch people. I'll write any number of dumb songs if they have something in them for someone. I'll pass out any number of black and white tracts and do puny performances for two or three people. I'll serve coffee for a visitor that comes to my house and check on them to make sure they have sheets, if it'll make them as happy as it makes me when someone bothers to do that for me.
I really wonder what are the tiny things that I could be doing differently to make more of a difference. There's so much that I need to learn from You.

Saturday, August 08, 2009

More informations about Ryugasaki

All is well in the house. Stephen and Rejoice have come to join us, and Mom moved in last night, so that bumps our team up to 9 plus 2 kiddies. A small team in a big house with so much to be done. It's quite fun, because it means getting lost in mammoth JJTs, which is better than being lost in mammoth groups of people, or groups of mammoths.
Our first visitor is coming to spend the night tonight. This is exciting. I will prepare our "visitor room," even though there are tons of empty rooms that she could stay in.
I will go explore the territory soon. So far the immediate terrain is looking good. A nearby supermarket, real close 7-11s in every direction--parks, post office, and police station (?) all within a stones' throw. Also, the train station is only about a 15-20 minute walk, and there's a 100 yen bus that takes you right to the house. There is a Gusto about a 10 minute walk away which I have not yet been to, but have seen on 2D on Navitime.
But I miss my friends. I feel far away.

Friday, August 07, 2009

Little people in a big empty house

So there is a second or two before my body shuts down and all is hurled into a world of unconsciousness, for me to tell you, my friends, that things are shaping up here in the house on Dragon's Cape (Yes, that is the name of the city where we live, and no it is NOT a good idea for a Home name.)
We have an internet connection, my room has been entirely setup and I even have one more monitor than I did before we moved. All is somewhat...dare I say it...peaceful. My phone perished again the day we got here, so things are somewhat quiet. The days are long and fulfilling. I have done more washing than is good for my hands, and more taking-care-of-kids than is good for my "Childcare is not my calling" reputation. People are trying to convince me that I am good with the kids, and I'm trying to find the right balance between keeping them from actually thinking so, and being thankful for the compliment.
I had to send off a few orders when we got here, and I realized how many different tiny things all come together in this tedious process. Where is the stapler? Where is the printer cable? Where is the Activate Japan stamp? Where is the paper cutter? Where is the piece of paper that tells us how much shipping to Hokkaido costs? Where is my mind?
I am looking forward to having lots of people to fill up this huge clean house of ours.
Over and out.