The Little Things

Its a chilly, rainy dismal looking day today. It almost feels like February is trying to be Spring, but can't quite get there. Its warmer than it has been, though not warm enough out to suit me. I'm ready for the weather to be out of the 30's. The birds have been quite noisy, and the other day it even looked like Spring, but, Winter it remains.

I'm sitting by a window in Starbucks. I just finished putting together the rest of my message and creating a powerpoint for youth group tonight. Having finished that earlier then expected, and not needing to leave for my meeting with the Pastor for a while, I thought I'd sit here, enjoy my caramel macchiato and take in my surroundings. Its nice to not have to be doing anything in a hurry. I like to just take things in at times. It feels like we live in a world that is so rushed, we don't notice the little things going on around us.

A group of airforce members just left. I believe that they were having a recruiting meeting with the young man at their table who seemed to be contemplating enlisting.They were all in their dress blues, two men and a woman. My friends older sister is in the airforce, and her younger brother is planning on  enlisting and attending the air force academy after he graduates this year. I've always wondered what it would be like to be a part of our nations military. I don't believe that they always get the recognition they rightly deserve. It seems like in the 1940's America was fiercely patriotic, and it was their greatest honor to be able to do something to help the soldiers of our country. Perhaps it was because of the war going on, which I suppose seemed to hit much closer to home than the war America is fighting now. At any rate, I am proud that we have men and women in our country who have chosen to serve and protect our nation.

There are a couple of ladies sitting in the easy chairs in the corner, who have been here since before I arrived, drinking coffee and have long chats. Its nice to have long chats with your close friends. I have 3 close friends who I can talk to about anything and everything. One is away at college in a neighboring state, one lives in Europe, and the other I see at least once every couple weeks and text almost everyday. I wish I could see them all more often, but conflicting schedules and distance really does make it hard.


The artist by the door has been having meetings here all morning, with no less than 3 different groups of people. Some of them discussing artsy things, some looking at his portfolios of sketches, and some just seeming to have friendly chats. It seems like everyone here knows him, which I suppose is because he is here every week, in the same spot by the door. Perhaps one of these days the people who work here will know me by name as well. As it is, they still don't get my name right. But, one day...