This post describes what I’m feeling today, expect the cat hasn’t pooped in my chair (yet). Sooo…for the first time in the history of me blogging, I’m reblogging one of my own posts. Fittingly, it’s about God. Also, I think I should edit out the word “millenniums.” Pretty sure it’s

No, this isn’t Magic Kingdom. It’s the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. And I want that magical mess remover.

I try not to make a habit of wanting things, especially the desire-in-my-loins-can’t-sleep-until-I-have-it kind of want. Because wanting something THAT bad creates the possibility of profound disappointment, and like most humans, I’m averse

I’ve come to greatly admire my daughter’s cello teacher. The woman is unrelentingly positive. And good at playing cello. During the teacher’s lesson my daughter’s fingers move deftly over the cello’s four strings, as if under a spell, and I’m shocked at how the sounds often don’t match those made at our house.

I don’t know squat about playing