This is the story of my life.
But today is an epic day, because I’m joining her, y’all. I know. Almost as big as the Olympics.
Right now I have the huge privilege of reading an advance copy of my friend Peter Leavell’s book, Gideon’s Call. I’ve actually only met Peter once that I remember, twelve years ago at his brother’s wedding, which my husband was a part of. Actually, at that wedding, they put Art with the flirty bridesmaid in hopes that his married-ness would keep her from attempting to sink her claws into one of the single guys. It didn’t really work very well; she gaveme dirty looks for beaming at him as he escorted her up the aisle. I was young and newly married and highly offended. I think if it happened now I’d just stick my tongue out at her.
Not that that story has anything to do with Gideon’s Call, except to say that I only really know Peter through the wonder of modern life that is Facebook, and so it was a huge privilege that he asked me to look at his book ahead of time. And it’s a great story; I’m totally having to exert major quantities of self-control to keep blogging instead of reading! 🙂 I will be posting a full review sometime in the future, Lord willing. 🙂
We’ve all been enjoying our new home and the space it offers us to spread out. And we’re all learning together how to keep it clean! I have always been a pretty bad housekeeper, and a tiny space being used for a million different purposes was a very difficult thing to keep clean even on good days. (Our former living/dining area was also the computer room, the school room, the playroom, the tv room– you get the picture.) I’m surprised at how much easier it is to keep a bigger space clean. I know it’s because everything isn’t all in one spot. What a blessing! But the other reason is that I am teaching the boys to do some of the daily things that have to be done. They are becoming quite proficient at cleaning up the kitchen after meals, dusting, taking out the trash, and even keeping their room clean! Next up– cleaning the bathrooms. They are going to be so excited.
There is a big blank wall in my laundry room/downstairs bathroom that has been mocking me lately. I don’t know why it should bother me so much more than all the OTHER big blank walls in my house; maybe it’s because I spend such a large amount of time in there. Anyway, I looked at Pinterest to try to find some ideas for Things To Hang In The Laundry Room, but I wasn’t overly inspired by any of them. So this morning, the kids and I did this.
I really want to print them all out and hang them with clothespins in there. The only problem is that, as I mentioned earlier, the laundry room is also a bathroom. And I am afraid it’s a bit too weird to put pictures of people on the wall that people have to look at while they are using the toilet. Thoughts?
I’m not sure about this one. What am I supposed to be reacting to, exactly? I could tell you my reaction to finding yucky meat in my fridge last night. It wasn’t pretty.
I’ve been studying the story of the woman at the well in John 4, and I really would like to write about her. She captures my imagination. But so far . . . all I’ve done is think about it. Sometimes the actual writing paralyzes me. Which is probably why I blog about bad meat and take pictures of my three-year-old in the washing machine instead of actually writing. 🙂