I nearly drove off the road tonight as I peered between houses and trees at the pink-painted sky and purple-gray mountains. A person in less of a hurry might have turned the car toward the beach for a decent look at the fleeting sunset, but alas, I wanted to get to the grocery store more than I wanted to sigh at the sky.
The decorations for Fiesta! are essentially complete. I stopped by the church for an hour tonight to make sure that everything’s ready for church in the morning. I meant to take a picture, but I left the camera at home. Maybe tomorrow I’ll remember.
The paperwork awaits my attention tomorrow. I will sort the children into crews, create sign-in sheets, finalize the schedule and tend to a dozen other details.
I am so thankful for the women who helped me with decorations this past week. I might have been able to manage without them, but only if I skipped sleep altogether.
I saw footage of the running of the bulls on television today and said to my husband, “That. I don’t get.” But then I googled it and now, I sort of understand what. But not why. I could live the rest of my life without putting my ample behind within reach of an angry bull. I’m boring like that.

I’ve read about it and I still don’t get it.
Ernest Hemingway was very impressed but he’s not anyone I’d choose for a role model.
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I’m boring like that, too!
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I understand. I always feel creepy when something is chasing me.
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Have these people not spent time with cows before?
I’m boring too. I like my cows over the fence and in pastures green.
(not that i have cows…but if i did…)
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haha! Im boring like that too. My life will be fulfilled and complete even without the bulls.
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Some people might say that VBS IS a bit like the running of the bulls. Especially when you are in charge.
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i would love to do the running of the bulls (also, that tomato battle they have…), but alas, i tried to run behind my pit bull with her on a leash once when i said “tasha look!! daddy’s home!!”, and that didn’t go so very well. and she’s fat.
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