December 5, 2011
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The Simple Womans Daybook 5 December 2011
Outside my window…it is still dark, not even the sun has risen yet. The weathermen are calling for a warmish day (warmish for December) in the mid 50′s with sun. Sounds like a good day to do all my laundry from being away.
I am thinking…about babies and head wounds. Layn has a big bruise right between the eyes from falling against the bench in the kitchen and he, just now, avoided getting the top of his head gouged by the organ by a matter of millimeters.
I am thankful for….my family. My daughter, son and Melissa who steamed cleaned the carpet while I was gone. Matthew who taught me a lesson even as I was arriving home by running my car off the road (he’s fine but my car has a new dent to show for it). My wonderful husband who lives and loves unruffled and unshaken but the happenings in our lives.
From the kitchen…I foresee a pot of chicken noodle soup in the very near future.
I am wearing…sweats and a tee shirt.
I am creating…creating had been suspended last week but now I must get back to it in earnest.
I am going….to take hubby to work, get some groceries and take my car to the mechanic to have two of the tires taken off the rims, cleaned up and resealed. Since Matthew’s accident I have developed a slow leak and I suspect that he damaged the seals on that side.
I am reading….Plato’s Republic
I am hoping…for changes, small but significant changes.
I am hearing…MK and Melissa chatting in the kitchen, Layn talking to himself and playing with the dog, and someone’s eggs popping on the stove.
Around the house…it is home! There is comfort, familiarity, and love.
One of my favorite things…watching Layn dragging his “blankie” around with him everywhere he goes.
A few plans for the rest of the week….shopping, fixing, sewing, laundry, praying, cooking, and simply being the wife and mother that I was created to be.
Here is a picture thought that I am sharing with you…
My niece Catherine, Ryan, my niece Abby, and Adam. This was taken at the reception that was given after my father’s funeral. Dad would be pleased and proud to have been there and to witness the next generation.
Comments (3)
That is a wonderful photo. When we were at the dinner after my dad’s funeral, I thought of the Lyle Lovett song that talks about being at a funeral and how it made him happy “seeing all those people I haven’t seen since the last time somebody died.” It’s a weird feeling to be grieving, but enjoying a family reunion at the same time.
@saintvi - Glad to know that there are others who got that strange feeling. My dad was ready to go and we were all happy to see him released from suffering. Still it is strange to be laughing, joking and having a good time when you have all gotten together ’cause somebody you love had died. Let the food be eaten and the drinks flow!
It’s a crazy thing, isn’t it? As you get older, you understand the seasons of life because you witness it revolving around you – with all the different sadnesses and happinesses — all at the same time and all moving like gears in a way. Good thing God has His hand on the machinery, huh? Prayers and sympathy in your loss of your Dad, Ann. And Hugs for you. You have such a beautiful family.