Table for Eight

There's really been no time for me to blog this week; it's been so busy! And I'm cracking up because I went to a church meeting this week where someone said "blogging is outdated" and that threw me for an existential loop:  "Oh, no! I'm using antiquated technology?"  Anyway, my point! I really did begin the blog as a journal for myself (back in 2004), and that journal-ing has been a really good thing for me on the whole. (I've learned a lot about myself and we have really fun photos to look back on as a family.) So ... even if I'm the only one reading this, I'm gonna blog on, baby! And with that bit of psychosis, here are some snapshots of our week here in the Meehan fam (missionary photos, church meetings, sewing machine projects, and more). Elder Meehan is doing great on his mission. He has had a pretty bad cold/flu this week, but said they still go out in -7 degree weather to meet and teach. Pretty amazing when I think about it. W...

Sometimes I feel like life is literally RACING by--I can barely catch my breath. (Like when any of our teenagers mention they need to "practice driving." And I'm thinking, "Right, like a 10 year old needs driving practice. Wait a minute, you're not 10!") And yet at times, the hours pass so slowly.  (Like when I'm coming down with the flu during office hours, and I have 7 more students to meet with.) These contrasts are nutty. And life is full of them: the contrasts. I used to hate it. I wanted life to be Even Steven. Stable. Predictable. The Same. All The Time. But after the experience of Survivor--where the contrasts are SO stark and cycle rapidly--I learned to appreciate the contrasts in life. I learned to kind of ride them out and appreciate them (as best as possible). So even though I absolutely cannot stand to have the flu and throw up for 24 hours, I know that the minute that flu has passed, I have a literal over-the-top apprec...