On Sunday I will fly to Indianapolis for a week-long missionary orientation at Global Partners, something I have been looking forward to for months. The time has brought me through this weird transition phase as I wait for the moment when I can begin my next task of support-raising for the ministry in Albania. I have been telling lots of people about my plans, sort of prepping people for what I will be doing but not being able to actually do it yet. Which is starting to bug me. I am ready to get on with this!
(Six hours later)
Now I sit at the computer once again, trying to figure out how to continue this blog post...
There's just not much coming to mind.
Hmmm, well, here's something fun for tonight. My dad and uncle went crabbing this morning and caught a couple bushels of crabs, so we got to have a Maryland blue crab feast for dinner. The season for them is almost over. Dad says that when the water cools just a few more degrees they will all burrow under the mud for the winter, so this week is probably the last chance to make a good catch. I remember how as a kid, going crabbing was always one of the highlights of my summers. Dad and Mom packed a cooler with lots of snacks and made sure we had lots of sunscreen and bugspray. Then the woke up my sister and me early in the morning so we could travel the hour or so to Dad's favorite crabbing spot on the lower western part of the peninsula and get there soon after daybreak. We would catch them by tying raw chicken legs to the end of a heavy string and letting them down to rest at the bottom of the marshy body of water. Then we wait for the crabs to get hungry and begin picking at the meat. We could tell whether a crab was on the bait if the string tightened, and sometimes the crabs even begin walking away with the chicken, showing us where they are headed by how the string moves. We begin to slowly lift the string just until the bait is visible from above the water, with the bait distracting the crab enough that he doesn't realize he being lifted away from the marsh floor. Then a net is placed in the water and scoops him up from underneath. Maryland blue crabs are always an enjoyable delicacy, as well as a fun dining experience, as we break them open and dig out the meat. Yuck, that sounds pretty gross after reading it over... but they are oh so good, even though I get the smell all over my clothes and my fingernails are yellow for the next two days. It's totally worth it.
Well, I am going to get back to some Dancing With the Stars. It's our family's Monday night show (Sunday is The Amazing Race, and Wednesday is Survivor :) I didn't have TV this last year, so it's nice to get some popular media back in my repertoire again. I am becoming obsessed with the evening news, too. I gotta keep up with what's going on in the world! And on Mondays its dancing :)
Happy Monday!
(Six hours later)
Now I sit at the computer once again, trying to figure out how to continue this blog post...
There's just not much coming to mind.
Hmmm, well, here's something fun for tonight. My dad and uncle went crabbing this morning and caught a couple bushels of crabs, so we got to have a Maryland blue crab feast for dinner. The season for them is almost over. Dad says that when the water cools just a few more degrees they will all burrow under the mud for the winter, so this week is probably the last chance to make a good catch. I remember how as a kid, going crabbing was always one of the highlights of my summers. Dad and Mom packed a cooler with lots of snacks and made sure we had lots of sunscreen and bugspray. Then the woke up my sister and me early in the morning so we could travel the hour or so to Dad's favorite crabbing spot on the lower western part of the peninsula and get there soon after daybreak. We would catch them by tying raw chicken legs to the end of a heavy string and letting them down to rest at the bottom of the marshy body of water. Then we wait for the crabs to get hungry and begin picking at the meat. We could tell whether a crab was on the bait if the string tightened, and sometimes the crabs even begin walking away with the chicken, showing us where they are headed by how the string moves. We begin to slowly lift the string just until the bait is visible from above the water, with the bait distracting the crab enough that he doesn't realize he being lifted away from the marsh floor. Then a net is placed in the water and scoops him up from underneath. Maryland blue crabs are always an enjoyable delicacy, as well as a fun dining experience, as we break them open and dig out the meat. Yuck, that sounds pretty gross after reading it over... but they are oh so good, even though I get the smell all over my clothes and my fingernails are yellow for the next two days. It's totally worth it.
Well, I am going to get back to some Dancing With the Stars. It's our family's Monday night show (Sunday is The Amazing Race, and Wednesday is Survivor :) I didn't have TV this last year, so it's nice to get some popular media back in my repertoire again. I am becoming obsessed with the evening news, too. I gotta keep up with what's going on in the world! And on Mondays its dancing :)
Happy Monday!
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