But I really do try not to do that in blog entries. I've had an exciting past couple weeks!
But today I'm not going to blog about my train ride. I will not tell you my story about accidentally renting a car with a black leather interior, climate control system, two gps systems, and so many buttons I was afraid I would break it.
I won't tell you about Amtrak sticking us on buses from Reno to Sacramento and how annoyed it makes me that people shout at Amtrak employees when the reason for the change is that three people died when they drove through a guard railing into a train.
I will not tell you my train evangelism stories.
I will not tell you about Sachiko, wonderful Japanese hamburger chef wannabe and her notebook of American hamburger sketches. I will most definitely not spend two whole paragraphs raving about how I got to talk to Sachiko in Japanese for five hours on the train.
I won't tell you about meeting with good old friends, about picking 15 some pounds of cherries, braving territory where a homicidal turkey was out on a revenge mission to get my friend, cooking Indian food with freshly butchered lamb, picking 10 pounds of raspberries, hiking to one of the most beautiful views I've ever seen, sitting quietly watching the sunset with a good friend who will soon enter a convent, renting a kayak, or eating tapas.
I won't tell you what it felt like to show up at my new apartment with next to no sleep after the train ride only to find no landlord and no key into the building. (It worked out)
I won't tell you about seeing Liz again, and I won't go off for twenty pages on just how much better short distance relationships are to long distance ones.
I won't talk about Woodland Hills church (at least today), and getting to meet Greg Boyd, and the 100,000 reflections on megachurches that I gathered from one church service.
But I do have one story that I really want to tell today. And now that I've told you all the things I'm not going to tell you, I'm ready to write that blog. ;-)