I woke up at 2:57 this morning. I decided to stay up since I would’ve only had one more hour of sleep before the alarm went off. I read in 2 Corinthians and Psalms before heading out for a jog. They put up a bunch of Christmas lights on Ocean Boulevard West, which makes it a little easier to see the road in places where I normally have very limited visibility, so I parked further away from the water tower and went a bit further distance-wise. My legs are a little sore at the knees and ankles, but I have gained some weight since the issue with my lungs arose. It takes persistence and discipline to remain active.
I eat too much. I drink too much. Cue Dave Matthews.
I sold a lot of cases today because next week is Thanksgiving and there are several beverage sales to support the most gluttonous day of the year. A woman asked me this week whether I like my job. I just told her I have been with the company for nearly ten years; she seemed satisfied by that. It’s a way for me to pay bills and feed my children, lady, it’s not my life. It’s not who I am.
The Firefly Music Festival released its lineup for June. Sikki and I went to the first Firefly four years ago. Andre and Daniell paid our way, and we had a great time. The next year we took Beck with us too. We didn’t go last year due to strained finances, but there are a lot of bands this year I would like to see, or to see again. I desired to go to the first festival because Death Cab for Cutie was playing and I really wanted to see them. They’ll be there again this year. For two years I wore out their albums Plans and Transatlanticism, which are still their best albums in my opinion. During our evening meal we talked about the possibility and expense of going to Firefly in June.
My wife is extremely practical, which is something I really like and admire about her. She is the type of person to note that for the cost of a week in Dover at a music festival we could take two vacations elsewhere. There was a time when I was younger when I would fight with her over things like that, or force my will on the situation. I don’t want to be that way anymore. There are things I enjoy (like music festivals) but I won’t try to twist her arm (or the Lord’s arm) to make something happen. But I really, really want to go…ha ha.
My mother phoned this evening. She and Keith and my brother and his children are supposed to be coming tomorrow to stay for the weekend. But she sounded very sick. She has had ongoing health problems for the past couple of years. My brother will come one way or the other, and I am believing God that He will allow my mother to visit with her sons and grandchildren for a short while. We never know when our time on earth is about to end, or when it will be the last time we look into the faces of those we love.
Eventually I will look into the face of my Creator. I live in eternity now.