This has to be a first -- well, I think so. I just wrote a blog within the last week, and here I am again! But there's a great reason for getting so excited about writing blogs. We have a new grandson!! As of 5:30 this morning, Jonathan Kole Nisly made his appearance in Atlanta, GA and Duane and Liliana are the happy and proud parents of said little gentleman. His older brother Adrian is pretty excited as well. He has showered his younger sibling with kisses, and generally seems to be quite accepting of the new brother.
What is so extra special is how God has arranged Jonathan's arrival. Being Holy Week, Duane and Liliana have "vacation" from school, and it's a good week to have a baby and some extra time to kick back and not deal with schedules and people. Also Liliana's parents arrived from Mexico Sunday night, with plans to stay around for a couple weeks and help make the transition. Monday was a good day for Adrian to get reacquainted with his Castro grandparents, so Jonathan waited patiently for that to happen. But Tuesday morning he decided he wanted to be part of the family happenings, so he arrived shortly before dawn to join the party!! I call that pretty smart timing!
And this Grandma got to see Jonathan already via skype -- and Adrian was glad to give little brother a kiss so Grandma could treasure that scene in her heart.
We bless you all, and thanks for making us proud and happy grandparents!!
We love you.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
As pertaining to blogs....
Well, I think I just might have flunked blogging 101. First of all, failure to do "homework" and second, failure to do the homework. It's a pretty basic course and I basically haven't kept up with the "requirements." And facebook -- well, let's not even talk about that yet. Mostly I get on the computer to read the mail that has come in, and to write to those who write to me.
I love to write, but when the audience is undefined, I feel a bit intimidated and tend not to get strong urges to write to the nebulous readers who may or may not stumble across this blog.
Speaking of writing. I am just finishing the book Gilead by Marilynne Robinson. It is a one-of-a-kind read. The book has no chapters. It wanders from theme to theme, as an elderly father writes "his begats" for his young son. The themes he addresses are tied together in a seemingly haphazard way yet by the end of the book, you have a picture of three generations of preachers and the strange familial struggles they faced. It's not a rush-read. It's not a book for action and drama. Yet there is that in it also. I was actually thinking this afternoon, now maybe that's a kind of writing I could do. Just rambling along. But then I immediately recognized that that kind of seeming random writing likely takes even more planning so it doesn't just ramble right off the page into nonsense. Still, writing one's memoirs is a special kind of literature and holds a fascination all its own.
So, back to blogging -- or not blogging, as the case may be. If I'm not getting around to writing new entries on my blog, maybe you could just imagine that I am working on writing my memoirs. That could be what's happening, but probably more likely it will be because I am once again at the computer typing up some Spanish house church materials of one kind or another. In the last two months I wrote up two manuals for our use. That took a bunch of time, and my brain felt pretty overloaded and ready for a lengthy break when I got those two jobs done.
Well, this is about all for this time... I managed to beat the three month deadline for writing a blog :)
Hope you are having a fine March day -- are you flying a kite? I think that's what March is for.
I love to write, but when the audience is undefined, I feel a bit intimidated and tend not to get strong urges to write to the nebulous readers who may or may not stumble across this blog.
Speaking of writing. I am just finishing the book Gilead by Marilynne Robinson. It is a one-of-a-kind read. The book has no chapters. It wanders from theme to theme, as an elderly father writes "his begats" for his young son. The themes he addresses are tied together in a seemingly haphazard way yet by the end of the book, you have a picture of three generations of preachers and the strange familial struggles they faced. It's not a rush-read. It's not a book for action and drama. Yet there is that in it also. I was actually thinking this afternoon, now maybe that's a kind of writing I could do. Just rambling along. But then I immediately recognized that that kind of seeming random writing likely takes even more planning so it doesn't just ramble right off the page into nonsense. Still, writing one's memoirs is a special kind of literature and holds a fascination all its own.
So, back to blogging -- or not blogging, as the case may be. If I'm not getting around to writing new entries on my blog, maybe you could just imagine that I am working on writing my memoirs. That could be what's happening, but probably more likely it will be because I am once again at the computer typing up some Spanish house church materials of one kind or another. In the last two months I wrote up two manuals for our use. That took a bunch of time, and my brain felt pretty overloaded and ready for a lengthy break when I got those two jobs done.
Well, this is about all for this time... I managed to beat the three month deadline for writing a blog :)
Hope you are having a fine March day -- are you flying a kite? I think that's what March is for.
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