Eloquence

A Job Where You Make Money
Heather got a job a this week! After a week of being our stay-at-home housemate (which Tiffany and Amanda were really starting to get used to), Heather got a receptionist position at an up-and-coming organization. She's back to working long hours only now she gets this really neat thing that she calls "a paycheck." Amanda and Tiffany are fascinated by this strange concept but Heather seems to like it.

Work
The work week passed with a few ups and downs. Amanda and Heather continued to attend step classes at the YMCA and Tiffany worked towards her goal of eating her weight in icecream. St. Louis had a big snow storm on Tuesday (if you're paying attention to detail, yes it was 70 degrees just two days prior to the storm) so Tiffany enjoyed a snow day while Amanda, being the courageous clinical manger that she is, braved the snow and kept the clinic operating. Besides that, the three of us tried to capture the interesting, the humorous and even the ho-hum moments throughout the week to remind ourselves that our lives are uniquely ordinary.

Friday
We had an impromptu dinner party on Friday evening, complete with homemade pizza, games and good company. It was a fun night with lots of conversation and some less than sportsmanlike conduct during a high-intensity round of Cranium.


Saturday
We started the weekend right on Saturday by completing a lot of chronically ignored errands. We took out our recycling (no small task after about 3 months of neglect) and ran around the area returning various borrowed items to neighbors and friends. To reward ourselves for our extremely responsible behavior, we had a marathon shopping trip. Funny how coming home weighted down by heavy bags serves to lift the spirits.

Monday...Oops
As our loyal readers (an invisible group in whom we will continue to believe) may have noticed, we are a day late in our usual blogging routine. We do apologize but we do have a very good excuse. On Monday evening we attended an observable reading by Anne Lamott. While we've all been exposed to her writing in some way, the three of us really didn't know what to expect. That turned out to be okay though, because the thin, 54-year-old, dread-lock sporting woman who read moving excerpts from her own books would have far surpassed any expectations we might have had. It was in fact, a night of inspiration and insight. More than anything, the three of us walked away from the event feeling affirmed in the eloquence of the ordinary. Anne Lamott reveals her life in the most honest of terms, unwilling to omit that which might not seem pretty or appealing. She exposes her life as the raw, dirty, chaotic wonder that it is in order that her readers might understand the beauty in feeling ugly and the relevance of feeling unimportant. And so we feel that an evening which inspires us to embrace the messy world in which we exist was worth one late blog. If you, our readers, feel otherwise, we recommend you sit down with Anne's latest, "Faith (Eventually)."