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random rainy monday

welcome to a rainy random monday. 
hope you had a good weekend.  ours was hot.  i mean july kind of hot.  i mean skin sticking together hot.  we thought we'd have a yard sale on saturday to unload some of our junk on unsuspecting civilians, but i guess advertising it on craig's list wasn't enough, so we got few visitors.  we still managed to sell some stuff, but it looks like we're going to have to do it again.  i'll keep you posted. 
i have been listening quite a bit to manchester orchestra's "mean everything to me."  it has this awesome kind of manic desperation to it, mixed with a healthy dose of angst and aggression.  it's got slightly insane edge to it that i find very appealing.  it certainly isn't for all my listeners, but it might be something some of you like.  at one point he sings: "whatever whatever, i can't speak.  i sing."
we're going to new york city later this week for an overnight stay, catching a yankees game and a trip to the natural history museum.  hoping that there won't be any more potential car bombings.  yikes.
this friday night is my final installment of reel life: discussions on film and faith.  to end with a laugh, we'll be viewing "evan almighty."  if you're in the area, join us at CUMC at 6pm for pizza and a movie.  should be fun. 
our obsession with batman and robin continues in this house.  we continue to pray for batman and robin each night.  cade will randomly announce that he is thinking about batman and robin.  he wears a cape with every outfit. 
that's all i got today.  feeling a bit uninspired and blocked this morning.  hopefully the day brings inspiration and unfolds new possibilities, and that i'm aware enough to see them.  hope the same for you.  peace.


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