Have you noticed that when you want to buy a certain kind of car suddenly all you see on the road is that particular model? It is like our eyes are suddenly opened to something that was there all along but we weren’t noticing. Thus, the burning bush.
Either this is a spectacularly good year for burning bushes or I am just seeing them for the first time in my life. Because our front yard is still a mud pit begging for landscaping and I want at least one of those puppies planted in a certain spot, it seems every neighbor has them. Last week we finally got the concrete work done on the front walk (city) along with the stairs that lead to our porch. That had to happen before any of the landscaping could go in but I think we’re in trouble with timing now before the white stuff starts to fly. Then there is the little issue of money to pay for said beautification. I’m thinking that snow tires for my Fast would be a better investment given my weekly road trips to the Mrs.’ place.
Noticing all the burning bushes this fall got me thinking about the real burning bush where Moshe asked, “What kind of a God are you?” and got the answer, “I will be what I will be”. Right…like THAT makes sense?!? God introduces himself to Moshe with a verb…”to be”. He is to be defined by what He does, how He acts, how He reacts, what actions He causes…not solely by what He’s called or what people imagine him to be. His character lines up with his name.
It isn’t too often in English that we are aware of what people’s names actually mean. Over the years I have made a point to remind my two spawn that their names have meanings that can and should bear some significance in their lives. There should be some connect.
In our dining room there is a little plaque that reads It is what it is. I consider that the name for my house. No pretense. A place that I have noticed over the years people describe NOT in terms of its decor, color scheme or great furniture (seriously lacking on all counts)…but a place where that they instantly know it’s ok to curl their feet up on the couch and cover themselves with one of the many ratty old missionary closet quilts we have around. I’d rather it be a place of refuge than refinement.
So exactly WHERE am I going with all of this? I know Donny Diva’s real name. He is NOT going to conform in any way, shape or form to our plans for what or when we think his birthday should be.
Therefore, on the 8th day past the second (and now obviously the correct) due date, the plans are as follows. At 10:30 a.m. Shop Girl will be sitting at a salon getting her bangs cut. At 2 p.m. I will take her YET AGAIN to the midwife’s office for another non-stress test and other fun I won’t mention here but now you know what I mean. As soon as we can get out of there, we are going to meet up with some friends from LA that are on tour and will be in town playing a show.
At 8 p.m. one very preggers Shop Girl, Book Boy and myself will be blasting our eardrums out at a concert where back stage she will certainly set a different vibe than usual in the green room with her rocker friends. Some of these tour dogs backed her up when she played shows in LA. They were her LA family. Freshly made Spanish tortillas will be their post-show snack as they head to the next stop in PA…a tasty, homemade treat.
Donny Diva’s little ears first started hearing while Shop Girl was in the studio working on her album in June. The kid digs sound boards, musicians, loud drums and studio monitors that could blast him into outer space. Tomorrow night – we will comply and do our dead level best to give him an ambiance that he feels comfortable in. “Can I get more dBs on the bass through the subwoofer please?”
If that doesn’t work – the weather man predicts thunderstorms late. What more can we do?
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