what do you do when the sky is falling?
then you use the rubble to build something new.
here’s to change and the work
to make it happen.
last official day of school vacation.
all my kids seem to want to be in the same place:
working at my desk.
here are the younger two ‘sharing’ the space.
ironically, i’d like to be there too,
but i’ll have to wait until after their bedtime tonight.
so much fun to cram into these daylight hours first.
and off we go.
getting out of our pj’s
would be the best way to start, i suppose…
my 7 yr old, the artist, says ‘this is what my mama looks like today’.
‘looks’ taken from 11:4 of ecclesiastes.
the mud of this earth does not have to be permanent.
wash me. please, wash me.
at the window
in the final light of day
sits the mountain colors waiting
for a time when i can sit today.
all the kids are winding down now
and the evening, it is nigh.
soon the 3-ply will set with me
as we muse on
the day gone by.
‘nigh’ taken from 24:32 of matthew.
fool’s day greetings. from my kid to you and yours.
these are the ones i liked the best.
there were at least 6 more sets of googly eyes
staring at us from unexpected places upon waking this morning.
my top fav is the extra eyes that really pop out
from cookie monster on the toothpaste.
which one is your pick?
‘unexpected’ taken from 25:23 of proverbs.
it looks like
there is much needed
sleep ahead for both d and i.
yesterday he came home from the doc
with a cast and permission to go back to work.
while the brace and wrap from the hospital was lighter and easier in ways,
the full cast meant that the wrist was protected enough from moving covers and such
that he and i were both able to get decent sleep last night.
it’s amazing how different a little shut eye
makes the next day look.
it’s been hard to watch him in pain
and to be able to do so very little to ease that.
so, when he told me that his exposed fingers were cold
(hanging out the end of the sling, not able to be gloved or even zippered into a coat),
i jumped in to help.
three double pointed needles,
necessity (which is the mother of invention after all),
a little knit forward, pull backward, repeat…
and a thumbless mitt was ‘born’.
the velcro of the sling is already reeking some havoc
on the lower stitches near the binding off,
but overall, i’m happy with it.
the shaping keeps it in place without being uncomfortably snug
and knowing he’s warm and feels loved is he best part of all.
note: i did not forget
the ‘saga of the jagged edges’.
give me a few more nights of solid sleep
then i’ll be able to continue that tale.
thanks for your patience with things.
until my head clears,
i’ve got my 14 yr old’s fo’s to show you.
more on that tomorrow
(for real, tomorrow).
i don’t need much sleep to be proud of her
and i sure am proud of her.