My ultra-boring life

Saturday, August 31, 2013

Writing is hard and my birthday is coming

It's been an interesting few weeks.  My desktop computer is down -- bad motherboard and/or bad processor in an upgrade we've been trying to accomplish, and dealing with multiple RMAs, almost makes me wonder why we bother putting together machines ourselves.  Then Wes's death and the trip down to Oklahoma for the funeral and to visit family.  Nothing like driving 21 hours by yourself and drinking (literally) a gallon of diet dr. pepper a day in a vain attempt to stay awake to mess up the old kidneys, so now I'm on antibiotics.  While I was down there, my baby brother got engaged (yay!) and the same day that Wes died another brother lost his job (boo!) so I didn't know what to think.  And I dropped my laptop and broke the charger and charging cable, but $30 of parts and a few hours of work later, it works again.  Got a new phone (the HTC One) and I luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuv it.  Got a new bluetooth headset because during that 21 hour drive everyone complained about my old headset.  Calling people to stay awake on drives works better than diet dr. pepper, but it doesn't work well on Sunday when everyone is at church.

Now I have to say that writing is hard, mostly because I've been having a hard time getting myself to do it.  I have received a ton of great advice from my little writing group and that has been helpful, but now I have to discipline myself and implement it.  I suppose it helps that things I've read suggest that many people struggle with their first book.  But come on, Dyany, it's been a good 9 years!  ARGH.

Also, my birthday is coming in only a smidge more than a month.  It sneaks up on people because it's the beginning of October, and people think that's autumn but right now it's still like summer.  So, hinty hinty hint, don't forget!

Depression is actually doing better.  Getting it more under control.

So hang in there.  We'll see y'all later.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Wes

My very good friend Wes Jones died last week.  I won't get into the how, because it doesn't matter, and I don't know the why, but there is a hole in me now, a hole where people who originally called me "Eeny Meenie Dyany Moe" used to be.  It's the end of much of what was good and precious to me those many years ago and I will miss him tremendously.  One of my favorite memories of college was the night Wes came back from California.  He had developed a bad habit of calling around midnight (because it was 2 hours earlier in California) and waking us up.  Well this night was no exception.  I still delighted in his calls, but this night was later and he was acting weirder than usual.  5 minutes later I found out why when the door buzzer began going off incessantly.  He had come back and surprised us!  And I felt so special because I was his first stop.
The last few years his health had really deteriorated, though.  He was frustrated by it.  So I am so glad of the gift of the resurrection and the promise we have that we will see him again.  I am so grateful for Christ's atonement.
So until we meet again, dear friend.  Love you.  Save me a seat.