Hugville and more
I don’t even have a good reason for my lack of blogging. My family is alive and healthy - as far as I know. I haven’t been deathly ill although I may be in the process of damaging my ears (seriously - five minutes taking pictures by a speaker at a little concert may have me in hearing aids by the time I’m 30 - but there are worse things). I haven’t even been working really.
No, my only excuse really is that I went totally tourist on myself at the end of the week. I tramped all over the Bay Area, walked across the Golden Gate bridge, rode on a trolley car, did a bit of shopping and watched Superbad. The movie wasn’t part of the tourist regimen but I thought I would throw it in there. It had its funny moments but overall it was a bit unneccessarily raunchy. With a flimsy plot - aka lack of one.
But really, I wanted to talk about Hugville today. I went to church with my sister this morning and I’ve never been hugged by more strangers than I was today. I walked in the door and this tiny old lady, after greeting my sister and my brother-in-law with a hug turned to me and said, “Oh, come here! Just look at you - let me have a hug.”
Let her have a hug? She was saying those words as she already had me enfolded in her arms. I have my own personal bubble. It’s a pretty big bubble. And it was completely annihalated within two seconds of setting foot inside the church today.
I grinned and bore it but I think God could see my grumpy insides.
