Today at the beach...

I did homework.

It's not ideal, but I suppose I'd rather bury my head in a textbook with my toes dug into the sand instead of knees crammed under a desk.

So after a day of school-free bliss, I put my game face on and loaded up (read: weighed down) my beach bag with my Theories textbook and my massive three-ring binder and headed down to the beach. Hopefully my pale skin soaked up some sun while my brain tried desperately to soak up some psychoanalytic theory. Don't get me wrong, Freud is pretty interesting... but I still haven't finished Gone with the Wind and my Steve Martin autobiography is so light and fun. And you know I've always got a Beth Moore book in my bag.

Speaking of Beth-- yes, if she should ever stumble onto this blog, she might be alarmed by my slight obsession-- I had a really exciting thought today. In December, I am potentially going to visit a friend in Dallas (because you gotta take advantage of friends in big, exciting cities). Today as I rambled on to my mother about how my dream job is to be Beth's assistant (yeah, yeah, save your judgement for someone else), a lightbulb suddenly flipped on in my head: Beth Moore. Texas. Beth lives in Texas. I'd need to live in Texas to be Beth's assistant. Oh my gosh, I'll be in Texas in December. What part of Texas is Beth in? I need to put Clay on a mission to find Beth's church immediately. I could meet Beth Moore. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.

So I did a little research. Beth's church is in Houston, not Dallas. Now, if this was a matter of Birmingham to Huntsville, sure. But my understanding of Texas is that it's big (admittedly, I've never been to Texas... I've driven through it once on a mission trip to Mexico, but I slept my way through most of it... my ability to sleep anywhere I choose is remarkable...). So my Beth Moore hopes and dreams have been crushed for the time being.

It's slightly disappointing that my beach day was spent with my nose in a textbook and then on an emotional roller coaster from Dallas to Houston, but I DID get a four-page paper banged out... so I can at least go to bed with a sense of accomplishment.

PS- if you're concerned about my Beth Moore fixation, just know that I'm currently on a detour into the mind of C.S. Lewis via his Mere Christianity. Once you get your mental voice into the flow of a British accent and lingo, this man's stuff is something close to brilliant... and really quite witty (my mental voice said that in a British accent because now that it's there it seems to be stuck).