Saturday, May 30, 2009

Spittin' Seeds

A few weeks ago Stacey and I went out to dinner. We were on a date. We went to Applebees just down the street. Not an impressive date. But it was a date nonetheless. We are seated in our booth and the waitress took our drink order. Over Stacey's shoulder I notice a woman seated at one of the high stool tables they have Applebees. She was with two men. This woman was eating sunflower seeds at the table. She had a napkin in front of her and was actually eating a pack of frito-lay sunflower seeds in the restaurant. Now I love sunflower seeds as much as the next person, but I have to draw the line somewhere. I looked at Stacey and said "That in a nutshell sums up many of our society's problems." She laughed at the terrible pun, soaked in the scene and agreed.

There was a guy on this beach retreat we went on last weekend. He is single and getting into that age range where its clear there are some issues at play keeping him single. I find great value in the phrase "Single for a season and single for a reason." One particular conversation with him revealed part of the issue. He was explaining to me in a lengthy conversation that emotions were no way to make a decision and you have to be able to pull emotions out of the equation. Try that beautiful logic with an emotional woman. Enough said.

My wife just texted me a message...we're both in the house....I texted her back. How things have changed.

The last two evenings we've been invited to have dinner over at the houses of two church members. It was so much fun to talk about television shows, and kids, and how Stacey and I met, and the couples met, and all the things you talk about in a dinner gathering. You just can't put a pricetag on the community created out of the church.

1 comment:

Stacey said...

In defense of my texting Phil while he was with me in the house... I figured I had 3 options: yell my question through the house and hope Phil heard me, leave my lovely bowl of soup to trudge upstairs and ask him my question, or text him. Texting seemed the most civilized, albeit least personal, way to get the job done. I love technology! :-)