- I went out grocery shopping this afternoon, and Evangeline and Estelle stayed home with the farmer to work in the garden with him. When I got home, they were filthy and Evangeline's outfit amused me so greatly that I had to take a picture.
- There was a lady at the store who was in line behind me who was wearing perfume that smelled just like watermelon Jolly ranchers. I immediately started craving a watermelon Jolly rancher, and considered leaving my place in line to go buy a bag. I resisted the temptation, but am still thinking about how good that candy would be right now.
- The diapers I bought Stuart claim to be "heavy DOOTY" Heavy dooty? What is that? Seriously, what is up with deliberately misspelling words? What is wrong with just plain heavy duty? Do heavy DOOTY diapers hold some particular charm of which I am unaware? I cringe every time I see the box. But, I also cringe when I see purposely misspelled words- you know, things like "Kathy's Klassy Kuts".
- I finally sat down and drew up some sort of cleaning schedule that I think will actually work well with the craziness my life has become. So far, so good, and I got every item crossed off my list today, and even had time to sit down and knit for a while. I will need to revise this once strawberry season begins, but for now, I am just glad to be getting on top of things again! It is such a feeling of satisfaction, and hopefully that will be enough to keep me motivated.
- I bought some freshly roasted (like roasted the morning I bought them!) coffee beans at the farmer's market we sold at on Saturday. I made my first latte using the beans this afternoon, and it was absolutely wonderful! The price was a bit cheaper than Starbucks, and honestly, it was better! This will need to become a weekly purchase. And that is the last in the series of unconnected thoughts!
Monday, January 31, 2011
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Friday, January 28, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
I have read a lot of blog posts, articles, and devotionals about joy lately. Instead of feeling encouraged, or resolved to chose joy in my own life, I have been left full of questions. This is through no fault of any ones, it is my own response to things I have read. This morning, as I took my walk across fog shrouded fields, I gave the questions full vent. How can I have joy, I questioned, when all around me is stress and sorrow? My beloved father is dead, my dear mother in a perpetual fog, I had to sell jewelry to buy groceries. I am barely holding it all together, so busy I am not doing anything well. I have no time to cultivate a new habit, no desire to add one more thing to my endless list. I can't even lose that last 20 pounds of baby weight. As I paused at our little lake to take full measure of it's beauty, I was struck by a thought. I was looking at all of the reasons I could not be joyful, and not all of the reasons I have to be filled with joy. Wasn't my father an excellent father, of whom I have no unpleasant memories? Isn't my mother still dear and sweet and an amusing companion? Should I not be joyful that I had jewelry to sell, and happy that I am needed by so many people right now? I realized that a lack of joy is also a lack of gratitude, and if I am not full of thanksgiving for what I do have, I am in a very sorry state indeed. I also came to the conclusion that joy is not just one more thing to do, not another item on a check list. It is a response. It takes no more time to respond to the circumstances in my life with joy than it does to respond with a sigh, rolled eyes, and a muttered "Now what?" I can still feel the sorrow that my father (and Steven, Arlie, and Grandma Lucille) is/are dead. But, now is the time to look forward with joy!
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
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Saturday, January 15, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
When our eldest was little, he had a book entitled "Some Things Go Together". We read it to him constantly. Like many times a day, had the book memorized constantly. So, for the farmer's birthday, I made him our own copy of the book. One of the lines was "digestives with tea, and you with me", in honor of our daily ritual of tea and digestive cookies in the afternoon. Fast forward 15 years, and that little boy now has his drivers license and we have five more children. Afternoon tea has become snatched cups of whatever is hot and caffeinated whenever we can get it, but the you with me is still going strong!
I have wanted a blog for years. However, it was only in May of 2010 that I finally had high(er) speed internet and could do so easily. And, once I had the good technology, I hesitated. What could I possibly have to say that would be interesting or worth reading? Could I blow off nasty comments left on my blog? How much time do I really want to devote to a blog? Aren't the six children, homeschooling, and helping my farmer man run the business enough? I finally decided to take the plunge. I have read a lot of blogs over the last few years. Some are dull, some seem to be merely a place to boast, and some are so full of arguments and controversial topics that it makes my poor little head spin. I hope that my blog will be none of those things, but instead a place for me to record my thoughts and create a written record of these, the happiest years of my life.