(again, song source = bonus points…which I should probably update, hmm?)
So many things are going on at the House of Brown. (You know, when we moved, I really wanted to name our home. Elizabeth Bennet lived at Longbourne…Mr. Rochester lived at Thornfield…Mr. Darcy lived at Pemberly…why do we just live at “our house”? Anyhow, my suggestion was “Browncastle,” but that never caught on, so it’s still merely “the House of Brown.”) Anyhow. I’m talking about radical stuff, here.
Firstly. Sleeping habits. Back in the day when I was a youngster, I was most definitely a night person. Last summer, before I went to China, I would regularly stay up past midnight. After I came home from school this spring, I couldn’t force my eyelids open past like 10:00. And then I woke up early…well, relatively early, for me at least. I’m not numbering numbers because I’ve always felt touchy about that subject. Right now, it’s 9:30…and I’m seriously planning on going to bed when I’m done with this post. What happened to me? Am I getting old?
Second. Jobs. Somehow, I’ve ended up making ice cream in a fast food place. Not what I ever planned on. When I told one of my coworkers that I work in a library during the school year, she gave me a really weird look. Apparently, that doesn’t sound like a fun job to everyone. How did I go from competent (I hope, at least…) librarian to butterfingered blizzard maker? (Please don’t call me that.) I’m super thankful God provided, and I’m really excited to get to know my coworkers better, but it’s not what I was envisioning. How did I get here? Also, Ben and Ruth are both leaving in under a week to work at camps this summer…and so I’ll be here with just my parents and the little kids. Ruth’s been working for a few years, but this is Ben’s first time…when did my little brother grow up?
Third. Reading habits. I just finished Michael Shaara’s Killer Angels yesterday. I not only made it through 355 pages of battle, but I actually liked it. So much that I cried. So much that I promptly began Gods and Generals. So much that I changed the name of my firstborn son from Archibald Jr. to Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain. So much that I’m actually excited to watch all four hours of the movie. Guys. I have always intensely, passionately, (hold on while I look up more synonyms for that concept), forcefully, severely, extremely, extraordinarily, ardently, violently, earnestly, fervently, (okay, I think you’ve got the idea) LOATHED war movies. Hated. Abhorred, despised, detested. And now I can’t wait to watch Gettysburg with Ruth and Ben. Seriously. WHO AM I AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH BETSY?
Fourth. My facial hair. I decided to stop shaving over the summer…
Ruth’s got a pretty nice Chamberlain ‘stache, too. But I don’t have a good picture of that and she’s sitting an entire two feet away, and that’s way too far to bother photographing, so if you want to see, let me know and I’ll find some way to blackmail her into it. Speaking of facial hair, somehow or other we got onto the discussion tonight of what animals would look the weirdest with mustaches. Your vote?
Yeah. It’s definitely bedtime.