Missing People and Poodles

I hardly know what to write about though I feel I should write something. It has been far too long since I've posted anything with meat or substance.

I have finally moved my CD's from the yellow Escape (pronounced es-CAP-ay) to my Probe. I've been listening to a little Switchfoot, and it really made me miss you all there in Lincoln. The last time I listened to that CD I was in Lincoln. It especially reminds me of my friends Mary Ann(drew) and Lauren (pronounced with a Spanish accent). I remember always listening to Switchfoot on the way to church on Sunday mornings. (I love you girls!)

Switchfoot also made me think of my spring break missions trip to Mexico. So I've sort of been driving down memory lane lately (because I really only listen to music in my car). Plus, spring is in the air here so everything smells new and is so green (because of the freakish amount of rain we've had). Spring always puts me in a reminiscent mood.

Also, many of you may remember that I had two dogs that I adored. Well, in December my family had to put down my oldest dog. He was a Standard (translated big), black poodle, and He was thirteen years old, so if you do the math you would know he'd been my dog for the majority of my life. He was loyal, sweet and very generous (as only a dog can be, which is something you can only understand if you are a dog person like me). So, today I had a dance lesson and as I walked into the studio this standard, black, poodle walked up to me as if she knew me. The way my dog used to do. Without even thinking about it I started talking to her the way I talked to my old dog, and she followed me around and stood right by me as I put my dancing shoes on. She was comfortable with me and I with her. It really made me miss my old dog.

This isn't a really important post, but my heart has been bleeding a little bit down here. I've been missing my old friends even as I'm getting used to tooling around the city. And I've been wondering will I ever have such dear friends again? Do people in the working world have time for relationships? Where is the balance between contributing to society, earning a living, and being relational with people? Perhaps I will understand better when I am employed and not a bum sponging off her parents. Ah, well, it's nothing the good Lord can't fix anyway.