Well, it’s not quite 11:30 p.m. and it feels like 2 in the morning. I’ve quit painting the kitchen for tonight; have to remember; “baby steps”, and I shall continue another night. There isn’t really a whole lot on the list of tasks we need to do to get our house ready to sell, but…
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This might take awhile
House hunting has already proved to be frustratingly longwinded. Email after email. But thank God for the internet — and the means to “see” houses without wasting afternoons walking through and driving around all of Cincinnati. So far, no luck. Armstrong Circus has a Flesch Reading Ease of 83.27 – yeah, that’s right. We’re cool…
Read MorePassing Afternoon
I\’ve been listening to this somber, quiet song. The lyrics are beautiful poetry. Not often have I been so impressed with the phrasing and structure of lyrics as with Iron & Wine. There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon And she chose a…
Read MoreSomething tastes funny
Having a cold certainly dulls the senses. Yesterday I enjoyed two, full helpings of coffee in my travel mug. Throughout the day I there was a rather repugnant flavor in my mouth – as if a donkey had decided to use my mouth as its toilet. So I brushed my teeth. Several times. The donkey…
Read MoreBirthday Pictures on the way
I promise to have the birthday pictures up shortly. Been a crazy, tiring week, and yet I feel like nothing has gotten done at all. I hate that feeling. How does one go about finding someone — for free? If that\’s possible. I doubt it is. I’ve been wondering where my old college roommate is….
Read MoreSometimes there are few words
Since the weekend marathon of the birthday celebration it feels as if everything has become weighed down. House hunting. Illnesses. Stuffy noses. Late night terrors. Restless sleep. Spring cleaning and chores and home maintenance and keeping up appearances I suppose. Not stressful, not fun, but just there. I don’t have much to say. Our story…
Read MoreWhat’s next?
If I could put my finger on the day Elliott started to become as he so eloquently calls, mischievous (you wonder how he knows that word, that would be from the facial/emotions cards we go through sometimes to help the kids identify with their feelings and learn new feeling words to better understand their emotions…etc….
Read MoreMe, Myself, and I
I felt exactly as a child going on a playdate, decked out in the rain gear I, as a mother, so carefully draped over myself; I wasn’t alone. The excitement of walking to my friend’s house, being reminded of a distant time in my past, when I had done that very thing as a child…
Read MorePurify the colors
Christ draws us to Him. There is nothing more simple, more heartening, more comforting than knowing that my mistakes, my misgivings, my sinfulness cannot and will not impair His (complete) work. We are the water at the bottom of the well. None of our work, our deeds, our learning, our wealth removes us from the…
Read MoreFrozen words from a steel wrapped tongue
The sun continues its deception. This little dance of brightness and blue skies, the clouds drawn back, and the birds sing and taunt us. A few blossoms are sprouting in anticipation, but cower back in the face of Frost (that brute). And I keep waiting for the show to start. At the center of the…
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