Netflix is my new best friend

My husband asked me a while back why I watch reruns on Netflix when I have a book half started.  He just couldn't understand what the appeal would be for me.  After my original reaction of telling him not to be so judgy, I had to think about it for a while.  There are several possible  reasons why I would choose to watch an episode of a TV show verses read a book, it seems like at times it is because I am not 'grown up' enough to enjoy 'airport dad novels'.  This might be true.  I love to read, but often after a long day I tend to lean towards watching a show verses reading a book. Maybe that makes me less intellegient or grown than some, and I am ok with that.
My thought on why I tend to watch a show on Netflix verse read is this: I don't like being alone.  Let me explain.  I am alone for the better part of my day, most of that is spent in realative silence.  Sure there is the patter of the dogs paws on the ground or the sound of the a car driving by, but there isn't much in way of 'voice' throughout the day.  I need that voice.  I need to hear people, even if it is little actors coming through the speaker on my ipad.  I need to feel like I have had some contact with people throughout the day.  And there are times when picking up a novel will give me that connection with the characters, but in my world of silence right now I need more than that.  I need to hear the voice.  So until I am able to build up my connections to the real world, until I can  fill my need for 'voice' with friends, classmates or co-workers, Netflix will fill that need.

That being said, I am working on a blog post about why I have since given up Netflix for Lent.  Until next time

Raise a glass to the lonely

Ok, so many of you know that I recently moved (again).  Things are going well.  I have been here almost a month now, our stuff has been here about a week and a half (don't ask that is a very long story) and I have done a ton of painting to get the house how I like it.  I will write a post soon about my first impressions of the house, seeing I was very concerned that I wouldn't like it, seeing my husband picked it out without me getting to come and see it before we purchased it.  But tonight I want to talk about something else.  Tonight I want to write about my first party.  We hosted our first pool 'party' tonight with about 10 of Nathan's co-workers and their families and it was fun.  I had a pretty good time meeting new people, preparing food and pouring drinks.  It was a neat experience listening to these adults (and their children) switching seamlessly between English and French depending on who they were talking to.  It made me realize that I am so far from bilingual and I so desperately wish that I had paid more attention in French class in high school and made much more of an effort to keep up with the French that I did learn.  Nothing is more humbling than a 5 year old switching to English because he knows that you don't speak French.
But I am rambling.  I wanted to raise a glass to the lonely.  There were two other ladies at this BBQ this afternoon, one local girl and another 'import' like me.  It was very easy to tell who was who.  Although all three of us got a long very well and always had something to talk about, the two of us who are not from around here clung to every word that was shared like it was a life line.  Almost as if each exchange was like an olive branch, telling us that it will be ok, that the waters of loneliness will recede in time.  The other 'import', Lisa, and I are going to try to get together again on Wednesday evening.  I always forget how much time it takes for adults to be friends.  So this evening we unknowingly raised a glass to new friendships, maybe on Wednesday we will raise one intentionally, and who knows, it just maybe the start of a beautiful friendship.

Ok I'm mad and sad...and glad

Well right at this moment I am not acutally glad, but it rhymed with sad and mad. 

I have been trying to get all of the paper work done for the sale of a house and a purchase of a house. It is so hard to have my husband two provinces away when were are supposed to be signing the papers for both transactions together. This means that there are lawyers, notaries and brokers all involved. All of which are trying so hard but are not communicating well with each other. 

Now I am on a super short deadline waiting for an approval from a bank for a power of attorney signing. It is all so confusing and it is making me so mad. And so sad. 

I miss my husband most at these times. I wish we could do this together. It would still be frustrating but at least we could wind down with a glass of wine together, we could pray together. We could get angry together.

I miss together. 

But I can't be with him right now. And I'm stressed out. 

So I keep turning to Philippians 4:4  which talks about rejoicing and giving The Lord all your requests. And He will give you peace. 

I'm trying. 

It's not easy.

I know that He really does have it all under control. Even if it doesn't work out perfectly. But I hope and pray that it does. 

So I am trying to be glad too. And not just because it rhymes.