My blogging has become sporadic, at best. I’m finding my summer days are full beyond measure…making phone calls, shuttling kids to and fro, swimming parties, softball season, church activities. I think I’m ready for school to start just so I’ll have a reason to stay home from 9-1 every day to teach the kiddos.
My mom and stepdad left for Alaska yesterday. Their flight was delayed about 30 minutes leaving T-Town and when they arrived in Dallas, apparently the weather was so bad that, after sitting on their plane to AK for 3 hours, they were grounded indefinitely. So I’m thinking they spent the night in Dallas, but I don’t know for sure, since I have no way of contacting them. Mom’s cell isn’t on unless she needs it when she travels, so I’ll just have to take a wait-and-see attitude.
I’ve been really concerned about this trip for many reasons. Neither my mom or stepdad are in the best of health. In fact, he is still recovering from two falls he took earlier in the year in which he compressed his ribcage and whatever else is in there. She is so frail and on the point of mental exhaustion. Everything wears on her now…she is irritable without even knowing why. Of course it is the stress. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. So I pray daily and leave it in God’s hands, because Lord knows I can’t do anything at the present time to help the situation.
It has rained almost every day for the past two weeks. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love rain and thunderstorms and all that, but really…enough. already. I’d kind of like to know if there’s any dirt left under all the water. I’d also like the ground to dry out enough to mow my yard, which isn’t going to happen anytime soon. And yes, Lulu, we are going to bring your mower back! (thanks for letting us have it for so long)
We are leaving Friday at a most unpleasant hour (4 am) to drive to Baton Rouge for some specialized training for our business. We are staying here and we are rooming with our friends, because neither of us can really afford to pay for our hotels at the present time, so we’ll save half off the price of our room, which should pay for our gas. I know it sounds crazy, because we should be at the point in our business where we have extra money, but we don’t yet. We pretty much use every thing we have just to live and the Lord helps us with the rest. I pray He always helps us with the rest.
I really need to do some filing. Oh. my. word. Do I ever need to do some filing. What I really need is the shoemaker’s elves to come in and do it for me, because I don’t even know where to begin. But I’m going to just start somewhere and work my way through it from there. Have you ever noticed things are MUCH easier if you do them a little at a time instead of letting them pile up? Like laundry. It’s so easy to throw one load in a day and fold it and wash it. Do I do that? Why, heavens no. That would be far too simple.
Floy and I rented two movies for my birthday last Friday. There was nothing at the theatre we wanted to see and besides, it was cheaper to rent. We popped our own popcorn and had a date at home without the kids (thanks again, Lulu!). It was so nice. We watched a Denzel Washington movie, “Dejavu”, which was surprisingly good. We also watched a Will Ferrell movie, “Stranger than Fiction”, which was exceptionally good…except it had way too much swearing in it. I could hardly believe it was a PG movie. And believe me, my husband noticed every. single. swear. word. I got “the look” every time one would come out of one of the character’s mouths, and I would gasp in shock myself. I’ve worked with sailors who didn’t talk like some of those movie characters talk. Frankly, I don’t really see how swearing could possibly improve a story line or plot. I’d be deliriously happy if all swearing were banned. Everywhere. Forever. And if you’re thinking I’m old fashioned…you’re right. I am. Thank you very much – I’ll make no apologies for that one.
My mother used to tell me that people who used swear words were incredibly unimaginative and didn’t know how to express their truest heartfelt feelings. I mean, seriously, how could one word possibly describe the flood of emotions one feels when one brings the hammer down squarely on the thumbnail? Or when your youngest child drops your absolute favorite-been-in-the-family-for-40-years glass serving dish on the steps of the fellowship hall?
But I digress. I’ve gone on far too long with nothing to say and covered far too many topics to make any sense. So I’ll end with this:
“When the well is dry, we know the worth of the water” – Benjamin Franklin
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