Getting Caught Up

Saturdays are good right now for giving attention to things I haven’t all week, but for some reason I feel peevish today, and unappreciative of the ‘day off’. Maybe because it isn’t.

This week was busy. Sam has joined a basketball team that practices in Marion. We went round and round about whether we wanted to make this kind of time and distance commitment, again ( see also FCA running in Powell, see also BSF in Columbus). But it is hard to let any of our children down. Not that this was the deciding factor. I think what gave us the go ahead was Sarah becoming a licensed driver this week!!! Now we have four people who can drive him over there. And, Sam picked up his temps this week, too, making it possible for him to get some driving hours with Luke or me. It will still be a long winter, but with some positives.

I was talking to my dad about Christmas- I don’t think we will get toys at all this year. The kids don’t play with what they have as it is. What kind of things could we do instead? Are there any good games, mind building activities, or all around great gifts with longevity you can think of? Let me know.

I got a slow cooker, and slow far, slow good, ha ha ha. My goal is to use it 50 times before I break it in our hard as nails sink. I’ve been really careful when I wash the insert, taking the steps super slow. It is a slow cooker, after all.

On November 11 Luke, Aliyah, Sarah, and I are going to see Les Miserables in Cleveland. Being postpartum for as long as I can, I haven’t yet bought anything dressy. So what would I wear? I don’t really have a style, if truth be known, and I don’t know what looks good on me much. But I was able to find a couple of things at Clothes Mentor last week that look promising.

Be Safe

The LORD repay you for what you have done, and a full reward be given you by the LORD, the God of Israel, under whose wings you have come to take refuge! Ruth 2:12

A common theme in our family prayers is that of safety. The teen driving home, the kids at the track meet, and on and on. I’m not sure God cares as much about our safety as we do; maybe He thinks more of, say, our holiness, our growth in godliness. But that is a ‘nother post for a ‘nother time.

It begins in the womb, I think. Prayers for a healthy baby, safe delivery. Then we get to where we are praying for whomever is away from the home to make it back home safe, whether they are across town or across continents. Safe is something that happens to us, or doesn’t happen to us, as the case may be.

As I was driving home from the store this morning, I passed Aliyah on the road. She was heading to school. The thought came to me, I hope she’ll be safe. But it takes on new meaning when they are growing up and away from home more than they are in it. ‘Be safe’ means to make the choices and do the things that contribute to a safe, happy life. Good that this simple prayer still rings true.

The Great Adventure

I cannot tell you the thrill I felt as the coldest wind blew past just now. It was like all the good feels of the holidays and home comforts that cold weather brings rushed by me with those dry leaves. Bring it.

Tonight at dinner I was absolutely shocked by the behavior of some children. And when I went to apply discipline, it backfired. So I’m left with keeping us home from the library tonight, and watching the movie without the offenders. They were in bed by 7. I feel a little responsible for setting the scene by being too lenient up to this point. But no more. This has been one instance where I can get a taste of how God feels about sin. It is abhorrent.

The library miss is punishing me more than anyone. I had three books I was reading, then decided none of them were worth finishing. So my fingers are all jittery, looking for a page to turn. I pulled out an Above Rubies magazine this evening; it looks promising.

In better news, I was able to get out some dry erase marker that was on our new couch. The theory online was that if you mark over the marks with fresh marker (follow that?), wiping it right away will take up both. It worked!

House Help

Ahhh- it feels good to sit back in a chair and rest. The morning has been very fruitful, but I’ve had to spend a lot of time harvesting that fruit, ha. Pumpkin bread, blueberry muffins, meat sauce for chili mac, and rice pudding. Not bad for a few hours.

Some angel ran a dishwasher load early this morning before they left for the cross country meet. That got me thinking again how to help us with the dishes. It isn’t working to assign it to a person, or even multiple people. It isn’t working to use paper and plastic. It isn’t working to have me do it all, obviously. But it occurred to me that if we all were involved,that  just might work. If each person put their dishes in the washer right after a meal, and if the meal prepper washed their dishes right away, hmmm. This starts sounding like something I read at Like Mother Like Daughter once. Maybe I’m a bit mannish, having to think of these things myself.

We went apple picking yesterday, but I haven’t done anything with the apples we picked yet. Just wasn’t feeling it. I’m going out this afternoon to get a new Crock-Pot, one I plan to do applesauce and homemade cider in. We’ll see.