Like a Ghost (White on White)

Thank ye, thank ye

 

Well, it’s come and gone, Thanksgiving has. Quickly, perhaps too quickly, I think. 

(I step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white . . . )

 

I’ve been home since Friday the 21 and have accomplished nothing. I have a paper due Tuesday but I have most of it done, so I’m not at all worried or anything. And it’s just a paper, anyway.

 

Thanksgiving is weird because, it seems to me, that we eat a lot and just are lazy and watch football. I have been so lazy this week. All I’ve done is play video games and watch TV, eat and sleep. I gave thanks at the dinner table, but not really any other time. I thanked God for the Counting Crows, and it’s not a joke I love the Counting Crows and would be in trouble without them. Now what?

 

I need to get back into the swing of things in Iowa. I miss my coffee shop and Drew the Barista who mixes the espresso in my iced vanilla latte ($4.08) for me. I miss the three or four books I was reading and having time to be productive with my laziness.

 

I feel fat, lazy, and worthless. Well, not worthless, but worthless to other people. In that I haven’t dispensed any grace to anybody in a while. I feel angst-ridden and cooped up. Trapped in a Thanksgiving birdcage or something.

 

A self-imposed forest of rusting iron.

 

But thanks be to God for the Spirit, who is guiding me to the lines on His face.