I wander a lot...some days more than others...but I wander around the school I teach in, I wander around my house, I wander around campus...though anymore time constraints say I have to have purpose in the things I do, sometimes I like to aimlessly wander. And as I wander many times I wonder. I wonder about the things I see. The squirrel that "barks" at me outside my window on Saturday and Sunday mornings (I think he's not an early riser)...the people I see walking down the street...the memories in my mind...the people in my life...all these things I wonder about. And "wonder" usually implies that there is no answer to the questions that plague my mind. Over the past few years I have become accustomed to being in a state of constant confusion, of wondering what will happen next, of thinking, "Hm, I wonder what that means"...and generally, I'm ok with not having all the answers. I figure most answers will change given time anyhow. Sometimes, though, I feel like it would be nice to have an answer to the wondering questions that plague my mind. Oh well.

This weekend was a thing of absolute beauty. Jack and I got out of Columbia for a day and went to see my folks in TN...then my dad and my "second dad" went up into the mountains and just allowed ourselves to be swallowed up in the Creation for an hour or so...then went and practiced such a vivid act of gluttony that I immediately felt guilty. We ate at a wonderful place called "The Mill"...known for the yummies found therein. Then Jack and I got on the road and headed back to Cola...only to be greeted in my kitched by a most wretched cockroach who had the nerve to find himself on his back, unable to turn over. So, as most damsels in distress do, I called a dear friend of mine to come and rescue me. I know, pathetic...but sometimes, a girl just needs to be rescued by a brave gentleman. I mean, really, do we HAVE to face every fear that resides in us? Well, apparently we do. Bekah (my housemate) told my friend that he had to make ME get the cockroach out. So after much trying to talk him out of it, I finally gave in and set about the awful task. And yes, it was awful. But the cockroach is gone and I am praying that no more find the need to be in our house...particularly when I am the only one home!! :)