Wondering if they're wondering

Do you ever embark on a walk and your mind deviates into a montage of dapper daydreams about this and that, eventually arriving at the encompassing conclusion that dude, God is sooo good in all he's doing in your life and others' lives right about now? Yep, such depicts my scenario of late, and as a result, I mosey hither and thither with the most gargantuan grin on my face. Thence I entertain a third-person point of view and ponder upon what passersby might think about an arbitrary girl treading hastily past with a massive smile plastered across her face. I'm not quite certain, but it'd be swell, if they were to inquire, to pause and share with them why Jesus is my joy! It's been so grand out beneath boundless lunchtime sunbeams, but returning to the office ain't too shabby, either, 'cause of these tasty teeny treats.Happy Friday, convivial comrades!

A spell of randomosities

occurs whence a Whiskey Wednesday goes mobile in SaMo thoroughfares,from refining the venerable art of posting (unambiguously made more dignified by way of matching footwear),to hopping about to land at a local dive barto engage in diversions at handwith acquiescent postulation,calm and calculated know-how,and fervid mathematical precision.

There is something

incandescently cheery about a pitcher of blooming flora residing on your dining table.Thanks a bunch, dear friend, for the lovely gift that lends conspicuous charm to the LAbode!

Beautiful aftermath

I'm incontestably keen on loved ones swinging by the apartmento for visitations, and though I neglected to photographically immortalize Sober Sunday moments this weekend past (preposterous, I know), I managed to capture the sublime aftermath the following morningtideduring which I commenced the workweek on a peachy note via breakfast with two lovely lady chummies.

Saturday morn at the farm

or as proximate to the farm as the City of Angels can get,manifested in the Santa Monica Farmers Market, a regional marketplace adorned with national presence mere blocks from the undulating shoreline.'Twas a titillating thrill for the senses to ramble the bustling, crop-bountiful aisles to procure a hodgepodge of fresh fare directly from prattling growers who were ever eager to impart produce-centric tales supplemented with savory samples aplenty
with these friendly folks

HELEN
(glimpses at an intriguing stall)
Hey! They have grass-fed bison. Want some grass-fed bison, Tom?

TOM
(shaking head)
I’m good.

JENNY
Tom only gets meat from Ralphs. He likes corporate meat.

and quirky characters.A pleasant doozy of a SaMo morningtide.

Most anticipated time of the week

I can scarcely believe Friday has arrived, just as I am befuddled by the torrential rain's tenacious weeklong habitation in habitually sunbeam-prolific Los Angeles. Though initially charming in the whimsical look-at-the-plump-raindrops-splattering-against-the-windowsill-while-we-cozily-sip-marshmallow-embellished-hot-cocoa-before-a-crackling-fireplace sense, 'twas not consummately practical 'cause we were, in actuality, constrained within glaciated apartmento walls. Without hot choco.Which means I'm all too ready to play this weekend. Happy Friday, friendly folks!

More than this

Time is a gift. One I do not want to squander. As the days flit hastily by, I’m increasingly jittery and convinced that there is more than this. There is so much to do beyond the circumscribing grey fortress that is my cubicle. Lord, help me to make a difference for your kingdom, somehow, somewhere, whether here, or there, sooner, rather than later, I earnestly pray. As a dear chum reminded me, “God has your entire life planned out. Why fret?” I know I am precisely where I am at this very pocket in time for your good and grand purpose. Help me to abide in your will and seize every opportunity presented in your name. Thank you for eerthang you’ve orchestrated in my life that has molded me and shown me tinges of your unfathomable goodness thus far.Thank you, Lord, for your unprecedented faithfulness and ceaseless mercy. Thank you that though you crafted the heavens and the earth by the sheer power of your word, you know each and every one of us down to the number of hairs on our heads. You care about each and every one of us to desire a deep relationship with us though we daily shun you. You love us enough to send your beloved son to die on the cross in our place. Thank you for the power of the cross, that Christ became sin for us. Thank you for the experiential understanding you graciously grant via what Christ accomplished on the cross.

It’s one thing to know about God. It’s another to know God.

What a staggering life-changing privilege. Thank you, Lord.

Birthday gamefaces

Tarried in NorCal this weekend prior primarily for birthday pre-game dinner partying in honor of the captivating celebrant
before meandering rain-slicked thoroughfares
for a destination people-packed pubto employ strategic brainpower finesse in the scintillating art of board gaming.Ferociously FUN. Behold, the reigning Cranium champs!!!Dogged gaming furor resulted in our losing our marbles, literally.Happiest of 24th birthdays to you, Irene!!! I'm so exceedingly blessed to have you as one of my dearest time-honored friends. I thank God so much for your resilient love for Him that overflows in your love for your family, your friends, your dog, and your students. 'Tis pretty grand that you're enchantingly quirky, compassionately honest, consistently encouraging, and that we can do nothing and everything and have a bona fide blast nevertheless, too. I love you so much. Cheers to many more moons of friendship, unhindered by the fact that we're currently and shall be for a whiles more on opposite ends of the state.

Northern counterparts

I nabbed the chance to diddle daddle away the rain-deluged elongated weekend in spasmodically frequented NorCal,and lo! How titillatingly fortuitous for three gal pals from their respective cosmopolitan domains to converge. Not only did I fancy their company per customarily so,but I also enjoyed immensely hanging out with their male counterparts in undeviating hilarity. Thank you so very much, Brian & Irene, and Matt & Elaine, for your impeccable hospitality know-how. Y'all know how to show a dame a riotous good time...I'm so blessed by you superhero hosts. Uhm, how d'you do that?It's outlandish that though I've called upon practically every NorCal precinct in jaunts prior, I had yet to wind up in Berkeley till now. And oh, the borough after which the University of California's first college is named did not disappoint my proclivities. Its green hippie-branded sustainable culture flaunted a quaint mélange of tottery historic edifices, freshness-wafting foodies, secondhand awesomeness, and down-to-earth locals.
With the meddling accompaniment of gusty gales and sporadic rain pellets, we sifted through its idiosyncratic nooks and crannies,grubbing on addictive organic vegetarian foodie goodies,treating our sweet tooths to peculiarly flavored Ici ice cream reminiscent of the ones at LA-cultivated Scoops,such as Earl Grey tea with fudge swirl and saffron-infused almond,sampling with gusto Italia-bred cheesiness for an impending midnight champagne & cheese gala,and traipsing all around and about the Bay Area.Peachy weekend, evidently, during which God unveiled to me how the heartbeat of dear friendships stay the same despite the test of time, locale changes, and life progression. Nevertheless, behold the forthcoming post on the chief reason for landing in NorCal this weekend past.