Cali, Day 2

So this is the start of my first full day on the other side of the country, and so far, it's not been all that great. I wake up on a lumpy mattress, which I didn't realize was lumpy last night because I was so exhausted, with the muscles all tightened in my neck and left shoulder. With extreme effort, I reached over next to me and grabbed my copy of Jane Eyre, since I could hear someone was already in the shower. For an hour I delved into a world not my own.

Breakfast was rather a disappointment, as I come to find that no one had saved me one of grandma's muffins, even though there had been plenty to go around. My fault I guess, I mean, I could've come out of my room sooner. Then the middle kids are arguing over how to play Black Jack. The youngest sits on the couch with her coloring book moaning about a cough she has contracted. Walking to the other end of the house where mom is getting ready for the day, I'm told the plan is to go to one of the tar pits which has a dinosaur museum.... wow. I honestly can't think of something else that sounds less appealing than reading about dinosaurs and looking at fossils dating "millions of years before anything."

But besides all the dumb little things this morning, I have to tell myself that it's a new day, one that the Lord has made, and I should find joy in it, even though right now I don't feel like it. And I mean, I really don't feel like it. But what is it I would rather do? Besides curl up with Jane Eyre again, most likely I'd end up just whining to myself and being a general nuisance to those around me who would feel the burden of my complaints. Which, the more I think about it, doesn't sound like much fun at all.

Before yesterday, I don't know if I've ever had such a pleasant plane trip before. Okay, so there was that kid from Nashville to Phoenix who kept headbutting the back of my chair, but aside from that, my dad was my only traveling companion, and he understands my want for quiet book time. Also, he usually has an answer for all the scriptural/God-related questions I have a tendency to ask. Once landing in Phoenix, the ramp from the plane to the terminal was filled with hot, 99 degree air. The air conditioning blowers helped a bit to relieve the intensity, but strangely, I didn't mind much at all.

(Have to continue later, I'm going to freshen my body and mood with a shower.)