My meanderings from the past week: (That opening line just brings on a quickening pulse and promise of great things, doesn’t it? NOT!)
I love having my Liesl-babe home alone with me this school year. When I “copy-phode” (photocopy) pages from her craft book for her to do, it makes her very happy. The one on one with her is so much fun and I wonder if the others missed out because I didn’t have it with them. Natalia and Andre are only a little over a year apart and they were pretty much pushed into everything together. Being alone with just one, I can see why people put a lot of stock on family placement in who you become. The dynamics are just different with the youngest of the family. If we can just keep her sweet and not growing up to be a B.R.A.T….. 🙂 And I hope the others have their own special memories of childhood that make them happy when they’re 35.
I slooooowly cleaned our bedroom last week and on Friday I washed all the bedding and hung it out in the October wind. All day I was looking forward to bedtime. When I crawled into bed, I breathed deeply and knew that this must be what heaven smells like. Or “If I could bottle this up, I would make a million….” as the old Paul Overstreet song says.
When Dan is wearing a line-dried flannel shirt I like to hug him extra long because he smells extra good. Speaking of hugging, Dan is now on the 15 lb. mark for weight loss and hugging just got better because we are closer now, without that extra belly in the way. (insert eye roll here from 15 year old son)
Cleaning our bedroom and high hopes to paint and redecorate our house brings on a lot of thoughts for me. Thought like:
The days of floral swags are SO over, Luci. Realize it.
Clean fine white lines are popular and beautiful. But imagine your life with a white bedspread and walls and everything else. You have a big family. You live where it’s muddy. Your water has iron in it. Get over it.
In the north it seems like everything is built for convenience and efficiency. I think old houses with big porches and tiny crannies are beyond wonderful, but they don’t exist here. Neither do cheap antique finds and vintage stuff and huge yard sales with cool old stuff. It’s not Pennsylvania, woman. Not that you would know what to do if it was.
And when I think of painting and redoing and the mess it will make and what it will cost and the decisions it will involve, I kind of freeze up sometimes. Just give me a mud hut and a little garden and neighbors who stop by for tea, ok?
No, really. Some people are SO gifted at making things beautiful and I want to learn how to do it too. I seem to be better at picking up trash. Just ask Alec, who helped me pick up the white insulation in the highway ditch the other day that has been bugging me for weeks.
There were many other thoughts, but I’m forgetting them.
And besides thoughts, there were funny potatoes.
And singing with these people. My little sister singing We Are Not Alone makes me sigh with the delightfulness of the world.
(Bryan the comedian entertains, even though he doesn’t know how to play guitar.)
It’s Canadian Thanksgiving today. According to yesterday’s speaker at church and Wikipedia, Canadians actually had a thanks day prior to the US. But the United States really knows how to dress it up right. And only 5 countries out of the world’s 200 have a Thanksgiving day. Another source says 11 do. Who knew?
There is a turkey in the oven and rolls mixing in the breadmaker. And my heart is really full.
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