About to rotate the kids at my mom's house, but wanted to pop in here with my thoughts first. Reading a wonderful book by River Jordan, and I can honestly say that it's one of the best I've read in ages. Perfect for where my head is now, though not really sure why. It's called "The Messenger of Magnolia Street", and could be considered Christian fiction in my mind (though not advertised in that way), but the spirituality is light and not what you'd expect. I have sticky notes tucked all through my library copy, and will jot down the quotes that jumped out at me when I get a minute. I will say this about the book...it takes place in the South, and she nails the dialogue right on the money. Folks don't sound like hicks and we can use the word *ain't* without being labeled hillbillies. Least not to each other. Not sure what anyone else would say. Anyway, I have about 20 pages left in the book, and will be sad to put it down. The highest praise I can give.
Anyway, as I said, it's my day to ferry kids to my mom's house, and one of the boys spent last night, and another one will do likewise tonight. Bless 'em, they're holding me up and keeping me from sinking. Gary reminded me on the phone just now, though, that we have to watch how we deal with this situation, and not put too much on them. They're willing, but are also easily hurt. Even oldest daughter is recovering today from too much stress from the weekend and the trauma of my mom's fall in particular.
One day. And just this very minute.
