This morning I am texting son John about today's shocking revelation that the fictional Springfield of The Simpsons is based on Springfield, Oregon. One of the best kept secrets in TV - and in our family - is exposed by.... Matt Groening, the show's creator.
What lasting affect will this have on our lives? Absolutely zero. Why did I care to let my son know? Because it's something that connects us. (I should let Jenny and Michael know, too). It's also the kind of stuff I find myself doing during these days of unemployment.
Yesterday I got to go to Abilene for the second time in two weeks to watch high school soccer playoffs. The day before yesterday I spent hours making my own cookie cutter of a whale, then baking cookies. Hours in the kitchen. Me. I also have been making revisions to a book started 2 years ago. Today I am going to hunt for Sweet 16 charms for that same soccer team who got my whale cookies because they have advanced to the Texas Sweet Sixteen. I can take my sweet time doing it too. Oh, and I also have to make those whale cookies again. (hmmm. I think maybe I will just go to my bakery this time. Who am I trying to impress?)
While this not working is working for me, it definitely is time I find something in my field of social work whether it pays or not. All play and no work makes Mary a dull girl.
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