Monday's doings

I'm taking the day off, but not sure exactly what that means. At this moment, the washer fills up, Daisy licks invisible crumbs off of the hardwood floor underneath my feet, middle daughter is bathing Violet, and the other kids are off doing whatever it is kids do. They keep asking me what I'm going to do with myself today, but I don't have an answer for them. And being that I tend to plan in a sketchy sort of way, today I'm clueless.

But the day is beautiful, the windows are open and dinner will be easy. My shoulders ache from some pent-up tension (not a clue about that either), and I feel like wearing cruddy clothes. Am re-reading L. M. Montgomery's Jane of Lantern Hill, and that's all I have to share. Oh, but wait. Highly recommend for a fun read Shirley Jackson's Life Among the Savages. DeLIGHTful. :) But then, I just love her books....this one is autobiographical and totally fun. I was making the (water)bed shake the other night while Gary and I were reading. It makes me laugh every time I read it, and I think this makes my third time. Good stuff.

He is Risen indeed

Just took Hot Cross buns out of the oven and frosted them. Unfortunately the tops were too bumpy for me to effectively make the sign of the cross with the confectioners sugar frosting, but they'll still eat. :)

Tomorrow will be mildly busy with me taking two sons to church downtown to a new location for second son's church. Oldest daughter went to the church we regularly go to tonight, but with healing kids, all won't be able to go tomorrow morning.

After church we'll have a quiet afternoon of naps followed by preparations for Spanakopita (with chicken added) for the evening meal, followed by Paula Deen's Blueberry Tart. A nice finish for a day of rejoicing.

A sweet award

The sweet Christy nominated me for a blog award and I must say, I'm tickled. It's not every day you get a cyber-hug, you know. I do so appreciate it. :) And for the honor, am supposed to tell you all seven things about myself. Ahem. Let's see.

1. I really love the smell of fresh tar. (is this what you expect to read?)

2. I have excellent map-reading skills and never, ever get lost.

3. Of our eight kids, all born with midwives, the last four were born at home.

4. I'm intrigued by cemeteries, and the older, the better. Love photos of them.

5. Someday I want to get a small tattoo of a honey bee on my wrist.

6. I have a degree in Interior Design.

7. My husband was the first person to take me to see the ocean (Atlantic), and I cried and cried---first at the sound before we got to it, and then the reality of its hugeness just blew me away.

Now the hard part...I'm supposed to come up with seven beautiful bloggers, but find that I just can't. You all know you bless me, so I'm thinking my regular commenting friends would be my first picks. :)

Silliness

Third son was hired by my wonderful friend, Molly, to play the Easter bunny at a function Saturday (tomorrow) morning. Figured he'd try it out on the Pugs first. Seems that Violet is taken with him...loving on his leg, but Daisy's not so sure...barking at the right.

Isn't this hilarious!??

Goodies

Husband's blogging. Haha, I finally got to him. He's got some of his pieces listed and here's a link to his own website with more stuff that's already made and for sale.

Thursday evening

And sometimes you feel rankled and just can't put your finger on it. That's me here lately. It's like the feeling when you walk into a room and can't figure out why you went there in the first place. Or how you feel when you wake up in the morning and have forgotten overnight that you were upset when you went to sleep. Then you have to dredge it up again.

So goes my brain lately. And it's not forgetfulness, but an irritation that won't leave. So odd. It's like something's bothering me, but I don't have a clue as to what it is. Know what I mean?

Since we're paying respect to Good Friday tomorrow---no school, and hopefully no out-of-the-house chores, maybe I can get a grip on my mood.

It started when I visited a neighbor Tuesday night after dinner, and came home just scratching my head. Something bothered me about that time with her, but can't place it. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, but still, it's strange.

One of my problems is that I'm really sensitive to places and what you can't always see. Don't mean to sound all New Agey, because it's not that. It's more of a discernment that I sometimes wish I didn't feel. There have been times when I've been to folks' houses or even to stores and have left early because of a weight that landed on me while I was there. (wonder if anyone's left the blog by now?) I only make this distinction, because I was fine when I crossed the street to go to this woman's house, and came home feeling differently.

Time to go pray, I'm thinking.

Thursday's rant

My girls seem to have inherited my own mother's tendency to talk (but I mean this in a nice way). Sometimes I'll catch their eye while I'm in the midst of doing something and see that quick intake of breath, signaling their sudden urge to tell me something. Sometimes it makes me laugh, but at other times it makes me want to throw things.

Being a non-talker in a house of female chatterboxes is a challenge at best. :)

My goodness.

I need a vacation from these constantly floor-licking Pugs as well. The sugar bowl spilled a bit onto the floor, last night, and even after I swept it up, it was hard to get every little smidgen. Daisy's spent the better part of this morning licking the hardwood, and she's got a bubbly beard now from all of her spit accumulating. That's a visual I'm sure you're glad to think about.

And apparently the girls have had cookies in their room, which ended up leaving crumbs under their bunk-bed, and now middle daughter is using a damp cloth to collect ants. Eeewww.

Do you get the idea that I'm just a tad tense? Must remember that the windows are up, so that the neighbors who are sitting on their front porch across the street won't hear me when I scream and holler. (just kidding!)

Instead will pet the box of discontinued linen cross-stitch thread I got on sale at Michael's yesterday. Got a new packet of sharps as well. Thinking of something like this to work on. Gorgeousness, yes? I have a pretty piece of muslin and scraps/buttons galore. Would love to create something along the same lines.

Now it's time to go. Enough fussing for now.