Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines. -John BenfieldVery true.
I am living the life of a live-in designer and I must say that it is marvelous. You see, I am currently residing at my Aunt's house designing a book on her recent trip to Kenya. I am very much enjoying it.
That is not boring.
Do you want a sneak peak? Here is the cover...
Let me describe my day to you.
This morning I awoke at a time that I will not mention. I won't mention this time because of two reasons: (1) I will receive hate mail, possibly even death threats, and (2) My parents might read this and tell me to get up earlier. (Yes, they are not here with me [!] )
I took a very relaxing shower and then slowly meandered downstairs. I prepared a small but nourishing breakfast and then sat in the breakfast nook and enjoyed a beautiful view of the mighty Mississippi River. (My aunt and uncle live in a large Victorian era house built by a wealthy river boat captain. It sits upon a lofty hill, right above the river.)
After my delicious (and nourishing) breakfast, I powered up my laptop in the exact right spot to receive the full effect of the warm sunbeams shining through the windows. Feeling invigorated by my nourishing breakfast I decided to tackle a few lessons in my English. After I got several A's my aunt arrived home from her workout. We had a nice chat about the benefits of the gym and then my aunt wandered off to take a shower.
When my aunt arrived back at the sun-splashed breakfast room we began to work on the book. After several stressful brainstorming sessions we finally decided that it was time for a nourishing lunch. The breakfast nook had transformed into the lunch nook and we took our time eating while looking out the windows at the snow covered gardens.
In the afternoon we worked quite dedicatedly on the book while eating delicious and nourishing snacks. When we weren't working dedicatedly on the book we were exploring our tastes in music and having doctrinal discussions.
Soon it was time to eat again. My aunt prepared a very nourishing supper and then rushed out the door to make it to her Bible study on time. My uncle and I went into the sitting room and sat on the overstuffed leather couches. We ate our supper while watching the old British adaptions of Sherlock Holmes. Then I worked on writing an essay about my life. After I got finished with the 5,840th day of my life I returned to the sitting room to watch an episode of "Pushing Daisies." Then my uncle decided that it was time to watch a British adaptation of one of Agatha Christie's "Hercules Poirot" mysteries. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Now, I am sitting in the evening nook watching the lights of a small town on the other side of the river reflect off the surface of the water. Soon I shall retire to my chambers, fall into the king sized bed, drift off to sleep, and possibly dream about lions eating me.
Oh, the life of a missionary.
-Matthias
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3 comments:
It sounds like the nourishing food is plentiful at the Peterson home. Love all the detail in your writing, I think you should come to my class and share your talents.
Well thank you, although I'm not exactly sure who you are, so it would be quite impossible to visit your class.
Ohhhh!!!! I am so proud of myself! I just used my powers of reasoning to figure out who you were! Jeff and I have been watching so many detective shows and I think they are rubbing off on me. Seeming how I didn't mention the last name "Peterson" that means you must know who my aunt is, and since you also have a class my aunt must be your mother. Ha ha! Yay for me!
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