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Waiting for the door to be opened

Lunching at La Puerta. Wish that entitled me to a siesta afterward. It does, however, entitle me to an endless supply of warm tortilla chips, as well as the ability to pirate the wireless internet connection from Caffé Vita next door.

Quite unmotivated today, I'm afraid. Need to get back to getting up early; maybe that would help to clear my head.

Called about the townhouse. Conversation with the 89-year-old owner rambles, and I'm never sure just where we are in our discussion— we talk about the book he's writing, Charles Lindbergh, polio, Rush Limbaugh, and the old Baptist church on Capitol Hill where he became a Christian after the war. He quoted me a price $200 more than he's charging the other guys; I promptly corrected him. Hard to say how much of that was forgetfulness and how much was business saavy. Since there's a woman from out of town interested in the unit, it's going to take a bit of persistence to have a shot at it. If I don't hear back by Friday, I'll call and stop by.

There are constant reminders of how blessed I am to have my life, if only I'll stop being grumpy about them.

A prison cell, in which one waits, hopes, does various unessential things, and is completely dependent on the fact that the door of freedom has to be opened from the outside, is not a bad picture of Advent.

—Dietrich Bonhoeffer, 21 November 1943


You lunching at La Puerta, and your subsequent description of the tortilla chips has caused me to fall into a state of covetousness. thankssomuch.

I ♥ Mexican Food.

I hope the townhouse thing works out!
hahaha! Love that community. Made me laugh, it did.

Thanks so much for the link. *blink blink*

Hope things go well with the townhouse!
"Blessed" to have your life? You are honored, too.

The woman "discipling" me shared this verse last Friday and again today:

"He will be succeeded by a contemptible person who has not been given the honor of royalty." -- Daniel 11:21a

It was a surprise to see the use of the word "honor" where a person might normally think to use the word "blessing." Makes you think of the difference between the two. "Blessing" can leave the feeling of it being a one-time gift where you say "thank-you" and that's that. "Honor" carries more of a long-lasting connotation, perhaps with responsibilities attached.

Anyway, your comment made me think of that and how you might appreciate a different perspective.
You must get the townhouse.