It’s Friday morning and there are 529.7 things to do. But after combing one long braid and cutting summer sausage and cheese for 5 children and washing grapes and boiling eggs and reading Romans and carrying two children up the stairs because they love to wake up that way and making sure that Andre fed the dogs and brushed his teeth and making sure that everyone had a clean face (oops, forgot to check Bryant’s) and braving a morning of really hard frost to make the drive to school, I seem to think I deserve a break. So Liesl and I read Dick and Jane for a while, cozy here together on the loveseat. And the computer was close and I thought it would be fun to write, but I don’t have a lot of consequence to say. The posts that burn in my soul when I can’t write them fade rapidly and I am left with the mundane.
Liesl just asked if she could eat Doritos and I said yes.
Last night I went out at 11:00 and rode on the combine with Dan for a while, an experience that makes me feel truly Albertan and ranch-y. (Oh dear…that made-up word is way too close to raunchy and the whole line is not a good one, but I don’t have time to perfect it, with 529 plus things to do.) There’s a feeling to riding in a combine that takes me back to growing up and my dad busy in the field. I remember him gloating over a good crop. There is the smell of dried grain and the slow progress of the big machine and the rattly grain truck.
Dan is so very hardworking. I don’t know how he keeps his sanity with all the irons that he has in the fire. I wish I would be kind and helpful even in stressful times like he is. The combining seemed to last forever this year and it will be so good to have it done once and for all.
The landscape went from gold to brown in such a short time with huge autumn winds. Only a few sweet trees are still brave and yellow, the ornamental crab in the backyard being one of them. I love it very much.
Andre is the little hugger in our family, so slow in the mornings that I want to tear my hair out just making sure he gets dressed for school. I wasn’t sure if he’d be ready for first grade, but he is READING. I love that very much too. And the boy too, for that matter.
I also love the notes that small girls write to each other.
I love you. I know I sometimes fight with you to and don’t feel like being your friend. I still am your friend.
October sunsets are awesome.
A little bit of pretty in the newly painted bathroom. Curtains made by my sister Linda.
It’s a bright fall morning, a good, cold day to be alive. I’ve been so challenged by this lady’s header and verse on her blog. I copied it down and put it by my kitchen sink:
Why not choose to just LOVE LIFE?
“He he would LOVE LIFE and see good days, let him refrain his tongue from evil, and his lips from speaking deceit. Let him turn away from evil and do good. Let him seek peace and pursue it.”
Enough said. Happy Friday.