Sunday

2 & 3 year olds
Sander's sermon
sewing in the sun
Mediterranean food
Close friends
Unexpected visitors
An engagement story
Time for prayer
Exemplifying fellowship of believers to a neighbor
Tears and prayers for a roommate's sick Dad...Lord have mercy.
A costume for our CHLA nurse-Miss Incredible!
Laughs and love
Good night!

Skylark

I had to laugh this morning when I woke up and remembered part of my dream...I had found in an old bookstore a hardbound copy of the complete works of Christina Rossetti. Hard as I tried I could not reach the book in order to take it to the counter and buy it. Something held me back so that it was unattainable. Very strange indeed.

"Skylark"
The earth was green, the sky was blue:
I saw and heard one sunny morn,
A skylark hang between the two,
A singing speck above the corn;
A stage below, in gay accord,
White butterflies danced on the wing,
And still the singing skylark soared,
And silent sank and soared to sing.
The cornfield stretched a tender green
To right and left beside my walks;
I knew he had a nest unseen
Somewhere among the million stalks:
And as I paused to hear his song,
While swift the sunny moments slid,
Perhaps his mate sat listening long,
And listened longer than I did.
by Christina Rossetti

Northwest

The air is sweet, the ground is soft, and the air is cool. It's foggy so the moonlight is shrouded. I am home alone with Aunt E., who happens to be sick so she's in bed asleep. Uncle D. is on his way to Dallas only because he needs to keep his "MVP" status with Alaska Airlines. =) He'll return in the morning.

The car will be ready a little later in the morning than I anticipated. Sigh! I must remember that God has perfect timing. I'm here now and what perfect timing indeed, since Aunt E. can't pick up Uncle D. from the airport tomorrow.

I am going to bed now. My bedtime lullaby of rain has begun. Sleep well fair maidens of the south.

p.s. Take another picture of the kitchen before too many more cabinets go in.

Maid of Honor

As of last night I am the maid of honor.....for my best friend from highschool. She's known OF him for almost 3 months. They've been dating for almost one. The wedding's in December! How do I feel about this? I'm not quite sure I've had time to figure that out. God works in strange and mysterious ways.....this could very well be one of those, yet it has me thrown into a strange place. My promised companion in the retirement home (we always teased each other about growing old together as single women and retiring from a retirement home before anyone would take the initiative to pursue us.) must now be given away to a man I barely know....to man SHE barely knows (at least it would seem that way by my standards).

I'm too tired to think, but I certainly can feel. Drained, strained, and look, here I am complaining about the caring for others I've done today. Tomorrow is a day of rest, of confession, of prayer, of teaching, of listening. Thank you Lord! I look forward to what you speak through your word.

Waiting!!!

The only one home today
I watch and wait.

Happy Glad returns any moment now.

The house is as tidy as it can be under the circumstances. Don't ask what's under the sofas or in closets. The overhead lights don't work anywhere since the power's been cut due to the remodel. The fridge is clean.
The bed is made.
The gifts laid out.

I am anxious but
must wait!

Cookout in the Dining Room

Thanks to all who helped move stuff out of the kitchen. . .demolition has begun (See Fairvilla Fotos) and now we are camped out in the dining room. Don't feel too sorry for us. We have enough appliances that the loss of the stove and our kitchen are not causing much suffering. Night 1: Bean & Cheese burritos with all the fixings.

Wishing I was 4

Walking home from a baby shower this morning, I was wishing I was 4; running through sprinklers, peddling a tricyle, letting popsicle juice dribble down my chin, and getting grass stains in my shorts that if I were a mom, I'd have no idea how to get out!

These thoughts had to do,in part,with the fact that I would have loved to avoid spending the afternoon moving the entirety of our kitchen's contents into either the garage or dining room. Ahh well, this is the price one pays for a kitchen remodel.

Highlight of the afternoon: Seeing one very large and considerate man prepare a flower arrangement to surprise princess Fiona when she gets home. Come home soon!