so much to write - so little time

I've been thinking about:

our new house -- spent three hours there with a house inspector last night.

vocation - endless conversations with college students constantly destabilizes my sense of rootedness in my work. (ironic, eh?)

rootedness / commitment / community - the house inspector asked last night how long we would stay in the house. Lynn and I looked at each other. Vague, restrained panic registering on our faces. We can't answer *that* question. *that's* the answer we don't give.

making choices = opportunity = eliminating other opportunities.

the weather is more beautiful than ever, but...

too many people are sick and depressed to number...

Being a Good Parent / Going To Work. Greg and I had a bang up conversation about this topic a few weeks back.

Staying in the Moment / Owning the Now / Being Ambitious / Being Intentional.

Whose purpose? Who's driving? Who's life?

(no I haven't read it and I won't. Don't take it personally. I haven't smoked a cigar or been to a Christian book store in five years either (when do you get your "second virginity" with Christian bookstores anyway?). It's kind of like Jonathon M. in college who just decided that a certain sidewalk was sacred and didn't walk on it. Ever. Until the day he graduated. It was an awkward sidewalk too. Sometimes you'd be walking in a group, and all of the sudden you'd go, Where's Jonathon? And then you'd go. Oh. The Sidewalk.)

Class in twenty minutes. Hmmm. Should I prep more? Should I keep writing...