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I’m Baaaack

I’ve been a bad blogger. I apologize.

I do have a lot of reasons excuses for not posting all summer. Today I’ll begin to fill in the blanks of the last few months.

First, we mourned the demise of Penelope (you can read more about her here be sure to click on the comments).

On April 19, 2012, my hubby was involved in a wreck when a motorist ran a red light. He developed a fondness for his rib belt. {We named it Mirt, short for Man Girdle–Mirdle.}

He’s okay now but it was a long two month recovery period. He is a general contractor. Normally he would have been forming pads, working on footings, and smoothing yards with he little John Deere tractor. Spring and summer are his peak seasons. He managed to hire out the work so the jobs stayed on relatively on track.

Don’t worry, we got our replacement car-also a red Prius. Good gas mileage still ROCKS! The new car is even better. It’s a 2012, Prius 4. I know that means absolutely nothing to the non-hybrid people. It just means more bells and whistles than the last one. The dealer made us a super deal.

And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.

-Romans 8:28

 

Next, my youngest son had stitches. He was helping his dad repair the fence and cut his leg on a post.

We had a crazy morning. Hubby was still sore from the wreck so when the cows got out {because that’s what cows do at the worst possible moments} he took our son along to do the lifting and pulling. I heard a door slam then, “MOM! Come look at this.” Ugh, big gash, another doctor visit.

Then, my sister had surgery. I knew it was coming and I had volunteered, willingly, to help around her house for a few days. I just hadn’t planned on all the drama of the previous week. It was actually a nice break for all of us. My son and I got to play with my five-year-old niece and even go on a field trip with her kindergarten class. Hubby was glad to have some alone time.

Did I mention that both sons are involved in 4-H Shooting Sports and they had practice two nights a week and all day Saturday? And that Hubby and I cook lunch for the group on Saturdays? And that we were trying to finish up homeschooling for the year? And, and, and…

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The Comfort of Lists

ImageThis is the time of year I dread the most; a new year, time for new beginnings, a fresh start, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera (said in my best “Yul Brynner”). It only reminds me of all the unfinished tasks from the previous year.

You see, I am a list maker.

Some lists never make it to paper or laptop. They are mere mental notes that get checked off after looking at a particular object for the gajillionth time and thinking, “I can’t look at that another day!!” like the Home Interiors mirror, circa 1992, hanging by my front door. It mocked me daily with its outdated sage, emerald, burgundy, and mauve flowers jumping off the frame and being all clashy. {Gah.} I painted it black and added a touch of bronze antiqueing and have loved it ever since.

There are lists of big jobs I really hope to accomplish but doubt I will, and small jobs that get checked off as quickly as they are added without any fanfare or notice from the other occupants of our home.

I think I have an addiction to lists. A perfect example is my new Microsoft OneNote “notebook” just for shopping lists (syncs with my phone so I always have it!!). The main sections are split into everyday shopping, church nursery, and gifts. The “pages” are divided by store (Walmart, Sam’s) and type of shopping (farm/pet, office supply, gift ideas). I know the average person would find this totally overwhelming. It brings me great comfort.

I think God must pat me on the head and laugh. All the lists in the world will not prepare me for tomorrow like a little time spent in prayer and Bible reading. I was born a list-y, so I know God understands. I know moderation is key. Oh! I could make a list of all the times God changed everything so my lists were useless. Too much?


Klutzy Much?

What should have been an absolutely lovely day quickly turned into a busy mom’s nightmare bummer moment.

Just picture it. It was the Saturday before Mother’s Day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the guys were away at practice. I had the house all to myself. I chose this beautiful day to clean up after the dogs. I swept, mopped, and bleached the floor of their favorite escape from the cold and rain.

Great progress was being made and I was thinking of all the things I would accomplish before sunset at my current rate of checking-offedness (I know, not a word, just go with it-k?). That’s when it happened. I stepped on a board. As it tilted from its half-lodged position in the threshold I heard a cr-ack. Crack? Seriously? After a test step, I determined I had dodged a potentially debilitating bullet. Woo-hoo! Wow, that could have really been bad.

I happily finished my task without too much discomfort and decided I should go inside to do some paperwork and give my foot a rest. After three hours my foot was throbbing so ferociously I couldn’t bear to hold it near the floor, much less put any weight on it. Grr.

I crawled down the stairs and grumbled all sorts of grumbly things to myself (don’t worry, all PG rated), “Why on earth was I so careless? How was I going to fix dinner for my starving family when they came in (very late and very starvy I might add)? How dumb is it to crawl around the house on my hands and knees. I was going to have carpet-burned knees at church tomorrow!” Followed by, “I should try hopping. Hopping would be much more dignified…” uh, never mind. THROBBING!

With my foot propped up on a stack of pillows, I resigned myself to spending the evening on the loveseat.  I began to consider the possibilities: 1.) Broken foot or 2.) Can you spell hypochondriac?

As it turns out, neither. I sprained the middle of my foot. Who does that? Yep, you guessed it–the resident klutz.

I’m so glad God doesn’t expect perfection. Grace is obviously not my superpower, but HIS grace is sufficient. {happy sigh}


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