My battered soul... or ego... or elbow.

Dear Lady Who Showed Us a  Townhouse Today,

I have a few tips for your next showing:

1. Know which townhomes are for rent and when and what they have in them. Walking into a place and having you say, that the one we rent "might" look like the one we're in or it "might not" and repeating that phrase about carpets, dishwashers, washer/dryers, rent prices... etc. is not really helpful to us. 
2. Maybe meet us on time? 
3. Check and make sure the maintenance guys haven't just painted the stairs to the basement so that the person (me) you're showing the townhouse to proceeds to slip on the stairs and fall down several of them (I was holding the railing and stopped myself) and end up covered in gray paint

*If the aforementioned accident does occur, do not get snippy when the victim (me) calls you to say that her shirt also has paint on it (I couldn't see the back until I went home to change to go back to work) and will also need to be replaced as well as her shoes and pants.

Sigh. Farewell my faithful black pants. Farewell black shoes. Farewell awesome magenta plaid shirt.

Yes, this is what occurred when Joe and I went to check out a townhouse as a possible future location for our living. I take a little comfort in the fact that my self-proclaimed clumsiness was not the cause of this mishap, though I still felt embarrassed and my elbow is now angry with me. Word to the wise- if you smell fresh paint, step carefully.

but what does eternity indicate?

What is known I strip away;
I launch all men and women forward with me into THE UNKNOWN.
The clock indicates the moment—but what does eternity indicate?

-W.W.

Thanks to Little Mike for asking to borrow Dead Poet's Society so that I re-explored Leaves of Grass and found the above lines to nourish my soul at the uncertain time of my life. Jobs, apartments, cities, friends... are all swirling around me. Lots of potential changes in the future and seemingly NEVER enough time to do everything I want to do as well as everything I need to do (pesky sleep and food).

These are the moments the clock indicates. Tick tick tick- moment moment moment- time flies. And don't get me wrong, moments are important. I've been living off of Switchfoot's Needle and Haystack Life with the words we are right now....it's no accident we're here tonight, we are once in a lifetime. In this lifetime the present is all we have.

All forces have been steadily employ’d to complete and delight me; 
Now on this spot I stand with my robust Soul. -W.W.

But last night, as I crept through the dark to the bathroom and tried not to bash into any walls or our suitcase on the floor, I caught a dim glimpse of myself in the mirror and felt my soul crawling beneath my skin. In that brief glance I felt my deepest being reach out for eternity and cry for God to bless me with a moment of clarity- to see what really matters, to open my true eyes that stay sleepy and half-closed too often. And my soul took a deep breath.

See ever so far, there is limitless space outside of that;
Count ever so much, there is limitless time around that.


My rendezvous is appointed—it is certain; 
The Lord will be there, and wait till I come, on perfect terms;


(The great Camerado, the lover true for whom I pine, will be there.)

-W.W.