For months I’ve thought about getting a Kindle. At first, it seemed like a superfluous gadget, especially when I have more books in my house than I could read in a lifetime.But the technology intrigued. I was curious. Would it be a good fit for me?Then friends started to get them one way or another. Laura Boggess won one in a giveaway. My daughter requested a Kindle Touch for her birthday. Then Marcus Goodyear and Charity got a Kindle Fire, and by then I was teetering on the brink of asking one for my birthday. But I didn’t. And I got a pancake griddle instead.After that, I sort of forgot about the Kindle and made pancakes instead. Then I read the post this week from Jeff Goins about his new Kindle Touch. I don’t know why his post tapped me over the edge, but suddenly I realized I wanted to use a birthday gift card toward a Kindle Touch.So I rode my bike to Target and bought one. A Kindle Touch. Just like that.You know what?This gadget looks like it’ll be a lifelong learner’s lifeline. An autodidact’s dream date. A bookworm’s steady diet.I’d already been collecting free e-books and using a Kindle app on my phone, so I was able to begin reading several books I’d been storing for just such an occasion. I picked up where I left off reading Prayer: Does It Make Any Difference? by Philip Yancey and launched Forgotten God: Reversing Our Tragic Neglect of the Holy Spirit by Francis Chan.Thank you to those who have purchased books through Amazon affiliate links (like the three above, including one for the Kindle Touch). I don’t make a bundle, but every once in a while Amazon sends a modest gift card I can apply toward a purchase.It’s enough to buy an e-book now and then.Little did you know…you feed me.
Today, following a detailed tutorial, I figured out how to put some new social media “follow me” type icons in my sidebar (see vintage square images on right column for twitter, Facebook, Flickr, Google+ and LinkedIn). I grabbed those particular samples because the tutorial featured them. Now that they are live, I see they don’t really match the look of my site, but that’s okay. Now I know how to swap them out for others.Update at noon: I swapped out the vintage icons for some that seem cleaner and more compatible with my design theme. So happy.
As I mentioned on Monday, we’re spending Spring Break at home.That same day, I decided to try to recreate right here in our Northern state some of the Southern eats I enjoy when we road trip to Florida.Fried okra. Shrimp. Sweet tea. Cole slaw. Hush puppies.I found a bag of fried okra in the frozen food section of Wal-mart along with a box of coconut shrimp not unlike some I’ve had as an appetizer at Scampy’s in Panama City several years ago. I picked up some sweet tea from a fast food restaurant, since I can never seem to brew it right myself.Then I faced the challenge of hush puppies.No frozen hush puppies at Wal-mart.My husband phoned from Kroger. No frozen hush puppies there, either.”It’s because we’re Northerners!” I wailed.Then I thought maybe I was wrong. Maybe I wouldn’t find frozen hush puppies at a Southern grocery store, either, because no self-respecting Southern cook would reheat prefab frozen hush puppies. No way. In the South, I’ll bet all hush puppies are always from scratch.But I’m not Southern. And I’ve never deep fried food in my life. I was counting on finding them frozen so I could stick everything in the oven and just minutes later be eating beach diner food for lunch. But the hush puppies. I had to have hush puppies.So I grabbed a bottle of Crisco oil and a bag of Martha White hush puppy mix and headed home.Because we’re in vacation mode, I had all the time in the world. I mixed up hush puppies according to package instructions and heated the oil. I dropped blobs of batter by the teaspoonful into the pot.It took a while, plunking them in, watching them sizzle, plucking them out, draining them. But I persisted.Finally.I know you’re relieved to know, I had fried okra and hush puppies for lunch.(Watch for photos on Friday.)
In addition to personal writing, I’ve got some side gigs going. We’ll see how they unfold.
This has not been the most focused or contemplative Holy Week I’ve ever experienced. As you can see, I’m at risk of playing around with hush puppies more than pondering the Passion.Mark D. Roberts’ Daily Reflections have helped. And there are those faithfully journeying to the cross throughout Lent, like Diana and Milton, John and Kimberlee, and Megan. It is good to go together, to walk beside each other, making observations and telling stories, pointing the way, helping one another see from a slightly different angle the beauty that is found in the suffering that leads to the life that is ours.This week I’m trying to do more than fry up a batch of hush puppies. I am trying, in fact, to be hushed. Vacation week distracts, but so does everyday life. In the midst of it, I’m trying to listen, to learn, to be still.With whom are you traveling this Holy Week? In the comments, would you share links to fellow pilgrims?
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