Tired tonight. Long day. Long week. It’s only Tuesday. Weary. Grace and Micki are battling colds. I’m a bit moody. Thinking about Thanksgiving break and hoping it goes well. Mom and dad are coming. Going over to Durochers. Hanging out together. I tend to obsess about stuff sometimes and desire for all things to work well. I should probably pray about it and give it to the Lord…
Had a good weekend ranging from the family basketball night on Friday to helping Durochers paint the dining room in their house, to a double date with Duane and Donelda in Battle Creek. Don Pablos and Borders. I bought a journal to begin some rants on paper as well as beginning again to sketch. I also bought the Autobiorgraphy of Martin Luther King, Jr.
Just finished tucking in Grace. Muscles are tight. Long day. Which brings me to the title of this little rant. What’s good medicine? Good friends…and tequila shots…lots of tequila shots. But aside from tequila, friends are the best medicine. Good friends are good for the soul. Great to hang with Durochers and help paint. Just to hang with Julie for a few hours and make fun of the fact that Sam is utterly useless with jobs like these. It was really fun. Even last night John Strodtbeck came over. Brought a fresh apple pie he made from scratch. Still warm. We grabbed some of that up with some vanilla ice cream and coffee. As we waited for the MNF gang to arrive, we just exchanged stories and updated eachother on how we were doing. Me, Mick, and John. Then Butter showed up and we just hung in the kitchen. Lots of laughter.
It seems to me that sometimes when life is clipping away, it’s good to have friends that you can share it with along the way. I guess I’m finding out that without them, life can get pretty hard. Lonely. And one-dimensional. Thankful for that.
So, as I wait for Micki to get home from hanging with her cell group dropping off Thanksgiving meals to needy families, I’m going to not work. Gonna head to the couch, start my new book, and wait ’til Mick gets home. Then we’re gonna hit the hot tub. Then around 9, we’ll wait for John and Lissa to come around back and hop in for a dip to share some laughs and our hearts. We’ll finish the night with another slice of pie and ice cream. Probably no tequila.
Yeah, life is crazy. It can be draining at times. But it’s good to have some good friends. It’s really good medicine.
This Friday night was awesome. It had been a typical week in the Archer home. Busy. But after saying no to a couple of things and bowing out of a couple of volunteer opportunities, I had a little spring in my step. Not feeling so overwhelmed. After interviewing Ty Willingham at Notre Dame in the morning, we headed back home to work in the afternoon. And I was looking forward to hanging out with G and M. We had decided to go to Western’s Ladies Basketball games district tournament. They had one their first district game in 11 years, and were in the tourney. Three of Micki’s cell group girls start and we wanted to go support them.
I got home and Micki and Grace were ready for action. I changed, and we jetted out to Marshall, a 40 minute drive. Stopped for dinner half way at Burger King, a resteraunt that I had already had breakfast and lunch at earlier. So, I completed the trifecta. We went to BK because they had Spongebob watches. One of which I am wearing this very moment. Anyway, we all got watches. Grace and I got BK Spongebob crowns. I wore mine the whole time. Grace thought I was funny. It was a first. We got to the game and had to decide if we were going to wear our crowns in. Grace decided it was probably better not to.
The game was tight in the first half, but Marshall pulled away in the second. Western lost. It was hard for Micki’s girls because it was their last game being seniors. The bottom line was that we all had a blast. Grace fell asleep on the way home, but we wanted to take a pic of our special adventure. So, after we woke her up, we snapped off this gem showing off our watches and crowns.
It was an incredible night. Just a fun family night where we shared the gift of eachother. And we all had a good time.
I’m blessed. And I was thinking about the fact that it seems like my blog is pretty positive. Not much darkness. And it got me to critically think, “Is this a real blog?” “Am I just putting a ‘Magazine-style’ to my blog?” And then after processing it a bit, I came to the conclusion: No. I’m not. This blog may seem like a mag, but it really is a window into our world. I don’t put every detail in my summaries, but they are real summaries. Truth is: I’m blessed. Living in the blessing. I had one of those, “Ah ha” moments today. One of those, “All is right and good in the world today.” The bills are paid. We had a great family night last night. The house is cleaned. Food in the fridge. Grace is happy. Mick is happy. And you know what? So am I. Hard to believe. But true.
Is life easy now? No. Are there challenges? More than you know. But the interesting thing is that no matter what, I’m filtering life through the lens of blessing. It’s a perspective thing. Simplest way is to ask which glass are you looking at? Half full or empty? For me, it’s overflowing. It’s what I choose to see. Not putting my head in the ground. But looking at life and sucking the marrow out of it. Head on. No regrets. With passion. And compassion. And when I make mistakes, get up and keep pushing through.
Well, I think I could wax eloquent much more, but you have been spared. My wife is beckoning me to the hot tub. Yeah, like I said. Blessed.