"This Is The year" or "I Never Understood A Single Word He Said, But I Helped Him Drink His Wine"

Yesterday = Best Day of my Life.

Let's continue. If you would like to move to the best part, please direct your attention to VI.

I. I went to class yesterday, despite all of the rain and the gloom, because I thought how much I preach about how important education is, and if you don't care about your education than you don't care about yourself, and that I've told stories of the children in Uganda walking 10 or 20 miles in horrible weather without even the guarantee that school will be there when they reach the end of the road, but they go anyway because school is what matters to them. And I thought that I had better count my blessings and enjoy the rain and enjoy being in college.

II. I painted palm trees and monkeys at church.

III. I received a glorious and beautiful phone call from Ira and Flossie, begging me to come over to their house today and visit because they missed me. They both said "I love you" many times on the phone, and had asked their mom if they could call me because they missed me so much. I don't think I've smiled that much since I first felt love.

IV. I cooked Thai coconut soup for the kids at Gribbin House [Lindsey, Lydia, and Alex] and although the recipe did not turn out as planned, the environment was delightful and sprung into still delicious soup and great conversation.

V. Went to a free wine tasting at 8, and although we were late and had quite the road trip getting there [we picked up Alonso on the way, my spiritual journey kindred], we met some very fascinating people and had even more great conversation and learned about wine and secret histories.

VI. After we got home, Lydia and I apparently forgot how a dishwasher works and added dish soap instead of dishwashing liquid. This provided a great I-Love-Lucy-Esque situation where bubbles covered the floor. However, after we opened the dishwasher to find it filled to the brim with bubbles, we decided the only appropriate thing to do was have a giant bubble fight in the kitchen, with loud music playing and singing along, dancing with brooms as we threw soapy rivers out the front door, and skating along in the bubble river that covered the kitchen. It was glorious.

VII. Then more soup, more good conversation, and a great night's sleep.

This is the year, kids. This is the year.

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