Friday, November 4, 2016

Is it Plagiarism if You Speak It?


Being the if-it-isn't-on-the-calendar-it-won't-happen kind of girl I am, several weeks ago I marked off this day as a day to sit and prepare for a speaking engagement I have next weekend. Nothing, no nothing, would interfere. I would drop the people off at school and return to my cozy, clean home and write the day away.

I had a long list of things I needed to do yesterday in order to make today perfect - I didn't want to be distracted by the laundry that needed to be done and the dishes left in the sink and the general disarray of our house. 

I also planned on going to the three grocery stores I frequent regularly, buying specific items from each one so that all my coffee and snacking needs could easily be met today.

But yesterday started off with the baby, who usually bounces around for roughly 93% of her day, claiming her stomach hurt, so right off the bat the day was way different from what I planned. I did get a lot of snuggling done and even a nap and exactly nothing to prepare me for today. 

So my house still looks like this:




Send help.

As a result of yesterday's getting nothing on my list doneness this morning I tried to cram a days' worth of errands into 90 minutes and said to heck with the household chores, they will still be there when I get around to them six months from now. 

I started out by screeching through the school parking lot, kicking children out doors and screaming about not forgetting their lunchboxes and be kind and oh, yeah, Jesus loves you, now hurry up and gather your crap and get out!

Then I tore through Kroger throwing everything and anything in my cart. I bought ten pounds of butter because it was an awesome sale. I forgot bread.

Next stop was a pet store (part of Dante's seven circles) to buy a hamster to replace the dearly departed one from the first grade who lived a grand total of three days. I walked in and announced I needed a hamster stat and when she asked me if I wanted to hold it I almost threw up. (Have we talked about me and animals yet? A future post...) When she told me he could chew through the cardboard box they put him in I demanded they double box him. I careened back through the school parking lot and passed him off to the secretary (my hero) and flew home, unloaded groceries and took my first breath of the morning.  

I have several thoughts of what I want to say to this sweet group of women the Lord is entrusting to me for 20 minutes or so, so I walked around perusing my overflowing bookshelves looking for books that jumped out at me as having similar themes to what is swirling around in my head. And that picture at the top are the ones I pulled. Quite a variation. They all "spark joy" for me when I touch them or think of them or talk about them, so I'm now kinda leaning towards just pulling together 20 minutes worth of quotes from them. I don't believe I can add to "Live right on." (Hannah Coulter, Wendell Berry) or "There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt." (If Life is a Bowl of Cherries What am I Doing in the Pits? Erma Bombeck) or "I'll complain and joke about parenting and kids, but every parent knows its a heroic endeavor and we participants need to laugh at it." (Dad is Fat, Jim Gaffigan)

Parenting certainly got in the way of the plans I had for yesterday and today. Hopefully flipping through these books can show me the humor in it, the worthiness of it, the sacredness of it.

And I just might get a speech out of them, too.

Grace for Hamsters and Speech Writers and Days That Don't Go According to Plan,
Martha

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