Ordered by oldest daughter to take it easy today. Nothing's wrong, but she reminded me last night that whenever I have contact with our boys, I need a day or so to recover. I'm such an emotional mess. Life was easier when they were all under my thumb, before the Internet became everyone's best friend. Didn't realize at the time how the phrase, "Go to your room" was so problem-solve-worthy.
Nothing big on tap for the week. With middle daughter's birthday coming up, on Halloween no less----we'll go a local Methodist church in a day or so which has a front area filled with pumpkins. Except for last year, we always go there and buy several pumpkins to decorate with, especially for her birthday. We don't do Halloween at our house, meaning we don't buy candy for the ones who come to the door, but focus on her. We light candles, sort of huddle together and have a wonderful dinner. It's very cozy.
And the big library book sale is this week. All us addicts must at least go and see if we need to add to our already overabundance of books. One of the men who runs the library bookstore took the youngest girls and me to their basement last week to see where their overstock is kept, including the room where some retired men repair the oldest books. Middle daughter was obviously salivating at seeing all the movies and books. And they already have boxed books set aside for the sale. Hold me back.
That's really all I have to do this week out of the ordinary. We have our big Fish Fry at church this Sunday and we're down yearly to help with the Harvest Festival for the neighborhood afterward. Two churches have stuff for the kids outside, including decorating cookies, a pet costume competition, a hay wagon and a fire truck to climb on. After the Fish Fry, we'll high-tail it home (five minutes away) to rest for an hour or so before heading back there to set up for the kids.
But that's way away on Sunday. Maybe the Lord will come back before then and we won't have to help. I'm not keen on the Halloween stuff we do at church, not that I have issues with that holiday, but I've never been a fan of other folks' kids. There. I've said it. Eye-roll.
Well, best go. Chilly, sunny day. Yummy soup for dinner (the one with Italian sausage, white kidney beans and kale) and youngest daughter is making bread to go with it. All I have to do today is fetch Mom's prescriptions and take her some groceries that are in the freezer. (my heart flies whenever even the thought of going over there comes up) I'll wait and do that when a vehicle is here to drive. Other than that, I'm able to chill. And at my stage of life, that's the key to survival. And while it sounds as if I'm ending this on a sour note, I'm really not. Things are well indeed.
Note about template change here; I've loaded a split screen, and it's supposed to work with text to the left and the sidebar to the right (with a photo to the right). It lines up on my laptop, but would like to know or if it's wonky on yours. It's all for naught, though, if it's strange-looking on other devices. Let me know, will you?
Note about template change here; I've loaded a split screen, and it's supposed to work with text to the left and the sidebar to the right (with a photo to the right). It lines up on my laptop, but would like to know or if it's wonky on yours. It's all for naught, though, if it's strange-looking on other devices. Let me know, will you?
