As far as days go for this month, yesterday was on the top of the list. I took Marilyn’s bike out briefly and deposited that much needed check I’d found on Monday, got to talk on the phone with another of my old college roommates—this one, a friend living in Seattle for now—and then got offered a paying photo job! Curiously enough, by Asbury.
Asbury has been in a bit of an organizational crisis for the last few years. By organizational, I mean, to be bluntly honest (big surprise), the board seemed unable to handle the organization of finding and working with a new president. Their need for control and lack of accountability has served no one well. The school, needless to say, has been a mess. Bad calls were made, rifts were formed, bad relationships were created, and in the end, the accrediting organization had to come in and put their foot down. A good year and a half or two years past their projected date, Asbury finally found a new president, and with the beginning of the fiscal year starting next week, he will be instated for his official duties. The school will have a special chapel for him next Wednesday and then, out at his new presidential home, will have a special picnic. All are invited, and I’m taking the pictures. For three hours. Hey, after Ichthus, that’s nothing.
I also got to ever so briefly chat with Peg, always a fabulous woman to talk with, and then, because I had a little extra money to give me room for some happiness, I got myself out of Wilmore! The pace of life in Wilmore is slow and as much as I like an easy pace, Wilmore is a little too slow for me. I needed a little city life, so Angela, from the first floor, and I took off for the city. It was great to get out, but I have to say after being used to Portland, Lexington is a bust as far as cities go. Unless you want to bar hop, it’s not a great city for wandering around to cool shops and cafes, not in abundance like Portland and a number of other cities, I’m sure.
But we did go to one café I’ve been to before that has a very Portland feel. I had an amazing soy chocolate banana latte and a very good veggie sandwich that satisfied my craving for something delightful. The café is called Third Street Stuff and it would fit right in on an East side corner in Portland.After a not-as-quick-as-we-had-intended trip to Target (after all, we weren’t exactly in a hurry to get back to Wilmore), we finally headed back. It was a much needed trip, it was great to hang out with Angela, and it made me feel a little more alive and a little more like myself, which is good, because I’d begun to feel half dead these last few days. Money may be a dangerous thing, but it’s amazing how just a little bit of it after nothing at all can lift your self-esteem. It is not bad to want money, I am realizing, because it’s true that it’s a necessity to survive on this planet. It is simply bad to want more of it than you need. How much we need, though, is often hard to pin down. Life is always more complicated than I want to believe. I suppose that’s what happens when people are three-dimensional. You can never see all three sides at once.
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