Thursday, August 25, 2011

I miss Millie & a Kitten Question



No one tells you how you'll miss your dog, or how much you'll appreciate that silent conspirator in the room. Man's best friend who never 'talks back.' But today, as I looked at cats at the Humane Society at our local Pet-co, I couldn't help but compare, wish, remember. It was another time altogether in our lives this sweet girl came about. But there she was. And Larry the kitten, one of 3 stooges in a cage, well... I'm just not sure. I'm a little jaded these days. But perhaps Henry will get his wish. He loves, loves, loves cats/kittens who will let him pick them up. He loves all animals.

We've crossed 2 official birthdates, Jack is now 8 & Henry is now 5. We've finally started soccer... Henry would awake in the middle of the night, perhaps to go to the bathroom, and say 'Do I play soccer tomorrow?'. Really??? Have mercy, child. He was ready for life to begin at 4. One of those not-so-low-key kids. Love him, love him, love him. Both of course.

Well, do I get the kitty named Larry or not? He's only on hold till noon tomorrow. Time will tell.

Miss you Millie. My sweet companion.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

New House, Summer's End, & School



So much to say, but my time is limited per the library video games novelty, will eventually wear out, & I'll have to haul my boys out, lest we become permanently evicted from our new library. We currently have no internet at our house and because of a glitch in our new service, we won't have any until August 23. I have a new phone that lets me access internet, but I broke my glasses, and now that I'm elderly, I can't read the screens, no matter how hard I squint or lean back.

Just when you need the convenience of internet most....

Because there are moments you don't want to squander in childhood that are just too precious.

We have started back to our schedule of daily educational goals, but still are enjoying/waiting out the summer of record heatwaves. But thankful to be in our new home. Thankful doesn't cover it. I am overwhelmed most of the time, not because of the number of books I've actually realized I have, now that they are all unboxed, but because we really don't plan to move. I can leave something there, and not worry if I should be remembering where I put it, so I don't leave it behind. I can put olive oil in my decanter my mother-in-law gave me, and not wonder whether/on what it will leak when we move the next time. I can paint, and no one will tell me to re-paint. I can't plant basil where I want to. This is only the beginning of my list, I'm too tired to count, but it's there, it's coming, the list that is. Because I'm counting, no matter what day of the weak, because there is too much for which to be thankful.


I've been reading John Stott's 'The Incomparable Christ'. Wonderful book. He recently passed away. I've had this book for 4 years, and haven't read. I guess it didn't make the first cut that didn't go into storage.


The boy's and I are reading Matthew & reading the parables, gearing up for our Memory work in Classical Conversations, from the book of John. I will be Henry's tutor this time. I'm truly looking forward to this. Everyone says it adds just what your missing. I think it will be just the ticket for us.


I'm participating in a yardsale tomorrow and throwing a birthday party on Sunday. Painted a room this morning and will be pricing things all night for tomorrow.

Our freezer doesn't work. I buy a bag of ice per week, and we just figure things out. The debate begins to replace our applicances. For now, we are able to function well, with many projects ahead, but for now the zip-line is up! and the boys are enjoying the swimming. Me too for that matter.

So much more, so little time, so thankful that the busy-ness is good. Thanks to God, the giver of all things good.




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