In the bedroom being quiet. Oldest daughter's at work at the bookstore, and husband is at church doing some things to prepare for the Fish Fry that's tomorrow. We'll go in a minute to buy flowers for the altar. Cloudy day, sort of drizzly, not near as rainy as I'd prefer. Just mostly damp. There's rain in Texas which I hope will swing up here, not as boisterous as they've had, but we need it so badly.
That's my story. Oh, but here's more.
Got up at seven to let out the chickens and oldest daughter said the hot water heater was leaking again through the hall ceiling. Went up in the attic and bailed water from the drip pan. Why is it those pans always leak? It's the darndest thing. What they're made to do, they don't do. I guess when we replace the hot water heater, we should invest in a new pan. Or fix the leak in it.
Problem for another day.
Seems everyone in this house has more energy than I do. Youngest son is probably the most laid-back of all my offspring. He'll be quiet in his room drawing for hours, just enjoying the silence. Loves being alone, but fortunately with our church involvement, he adjusts to being with people. He's almost painfully shy, which I totally understand. Baby steps getting him out in the world. Or maybe not steps at all. He should be allowed his introvert status. I know I wasn't allowed that growing up. Have a mom who's an extrovert and try to not do stuff yourself with things to do. Impossible!
Now will pause, get dressed (finally) and get the flowers done. Probably will take them by the church and go ahead and arrange them. A restful evening ahead. I like that.
