today is a rare day in the year. i had to come to the office on saturday to finish up some statistics before monday morning. my job is pretty much 9-5 with a few evening programs, and the flexibility to work at home several days a week over the summer. i never come in on weekends. but today i did. and now i’m enjoying the quiet of the office and the actual time to post something to my blog!
i’m heading home soon, so don’t worry! i have a tea this afternoon with a bunch of my friends from choir. then, sharon and i are driving to frederick, maryland to meet up with a bunch of folks for the caedmon’s call/andrew peterson show there. a late night it will be, but worth it! tickets are free since bryan got us on the guest list. i was planning to go anyway, but the free-ness makes the trip all the sweeter. i’m hopeful that andy will play his new song, Far Country, that he played at last night’s show in Richmond.
FAR COUNTRY
Father Abraham, do you remember when
You were called to a land and you didn’t know the way?
Cause we are wandering in a foreign land
We are children of the promise of the faithAnd I long to find it
Can you feel it too?
That the sun that’s shining is a shadow of the truthThis is a far country
This is a far country
Not my homeIn the dark of the night
I can feel the shadows all around me
Cold shadows in the corners of my heart
But the heart of the fight
Is not in the flesh but in the spirit
And the spirit’s got me shaking in the darkAnd I long to go there
I can feel the truth
I can hear the promise of the angels of the moonThis is a far country
This is a far country
Not my home
Not my homeI can see in the strip malls and the phone calls
The flaming swords of Eden
In the fast-cash and the news flash
And the horn blast of war
In the sin-fraught cities of the dying and the dead
Like steel rock graveyards
Where the wicked never rest
To the high and lonely mountain
In the groaning wilderness
We ache for what is lost
As we wait for the holy God
Father Abraham
Father AbrahamAnd I long to go there
Out of this far country
Out of the far country
To my home
To my homeOut of this far country
This is a far, far country
Not my home
sharon and i are hoping to get a rendition of his ode to la hacienda, the mexican restaurant we visited in nashville. 
maybe after the show.
I am so jealous that I could spit.
nothing important to say other than “hi”…and quit working so hard. give me a call sometime.
Hello from PC Usa. It is white outside and we are eating chocolate asparagus. Thanks for the healthy snack and for taking good care of X.
Luv Ya!
hey david and the bookamers! sorry no updates here. life is a little crazy. it was great fun to have ex come visit! glad you liked the asparagus (shouldn’t it always be chocolate?)