This was the morning view out my door a few weeks ago, stunning isn’t it?

Friends, I am so happy.  We are loving school.  The children are learning so much and we can’t be happier.  Most of all, can I just say, I am very um, happy to have room to breathe, in my day.  Now that it’s been almost two weeks (and don’t get me wrong, last week was emotional, getting used to them going)…I can honestly say (now that I know better)— that I’ve spent the majority of the last 2 years of my life nervously OVERWHELMED and just holding on for dear life, by the grace of God.  

I am turning into myself again, and *it’s been so long* that I feel like I’m a totally new woman.  I LOVE my mornings with the two s’s (Seth and Sarah).  I have time to do whatever I want with them, I can devote all my attention on them and I find them both very entertaining and delightful.  The other children start coming home at 2:30, so you see, we still have all afternoon and evening together, the same as always.  Our time together is even more precious.  We’re giving out lots of loving and hugs on Davy and Caleb, lots of positive words, pats on the back, hugs when they want them, and good food for the older ones.  And my older children are just blown away with all the stuff they need to keep track of and get done ON TIME & ON SCHEDULE, they are learning more and more how to be responsible for their own selves.  Of course all you who have sent your children to school know all this already, I’m just saying, I’m a happy girl.  (how many times will I use that word today, sorry!)

This morning I went to Costco for a much needed restocking of the cupboards.  I actually had to fill one cart, pay for it, load in in the vehicle and then go back inside to do it all over again.  Seth and Sarah sat in the front of the cart and were so cute…several people asked if they were twins!  When we came home boy did I have a lot of things to bring in and put away up and down stairs.  I also had to walk/run the dog!  I got quite a workout, and even put together three meals for the freezer to have on  hand.  Tonight we are having baked beef stew.

I’ve got Seth and Sarah down for naps and the kittens are entertaining me now.

They love windowsills.

They are named Socks (the dark tiger) and Snickers (the gray and white).  Grace and I took them to their first vet appointment last week and they are doing so good.  It’s nice to have kittens in the house.  I’ve always loved cats.

Please let me know how you’re doing and what you’re up to.  I love hearing from you.  And if you want a reply back or have a special prayer request, please message me instead of leaving a comment.  I try very hard to respond to all messages, I wish I could reply to all the comments but it’s just not possible.  But please know I read them and smile over them.

Here is the verse from my calender this morning, it really struck me when I read it:

The Lord’s promise is sure.  He speaks no careless word; all he says is purest truth, like silver seven times refined.  Psalm 12;6 TLB 

I try to remind myself to read blogs and books for inspiration and entertainment, like visiting a friend.  The only shining, pure truth is God’s word to us, the very best thing to read and study; THE BIBLE.  No other source can come near to it.  There are several beautiful blogs out there that have become popular spiritual websites;  don’t forget that is just one woman’s/man’s experience, God has a completely different (but still very VERY good) journey for you and me.  We are all unique and special, (although we do share common graces and common promises in the Bible), but we are also fallen creatures who *sometimes* share things that aren’t exactly meant to be shared publicly with others. It is wonderful to read a testimony of what God is doing in a friend’s life, but intimate relationship with the Lord means that we do need to keep some things private….publicly sharing *too much information* turns our intimacy into something altogether different, and can possibly cheapen the relationship.  It’s okay to keep some things to ourselves and could possibly be best if we (sometimes?) stay away from studying other people’s close walk with God.   

What do you think?  I would love to hear your thoughts on this.

((hugs))  Love, Shanda

We have spent a lot of time in the last couple of days, watching the news shows that are replaying all the heartrending events of 10 years ago.  I cry, it’s too sad….although it is very important to remember and honor the lives of victims, families, and friends.

The newspaper this morning held personal stories from people greatly affected by 9/11.  A few things sang out from the stories; love of family  “I felt helpless as I asked if there was anything I could do.  Hug your daughter, she said.  I did.”  ~U.S. Sen. Christopher Dodd (his daughter Grace was born 2 days after the attack).

prayer:  “I went to the restaurant across the street and watched the television in disbelief as another plane crashed into the second tower.  I began to pray.”  ~G.S. Iloani, president and CEO of a company in CT

and the way tragic events remind us of the value of living life with ‘seeing’ eyes, the importance of appreciating and acknowledging those sweet moments in life that are often overlooked:

“There are no words to describe the pain of loss for thousands of friends and family left behind.  Within the last ten years, life has continued.  Other family members have passed, babies have been born and we all continue to have happy and sad times.  While the deep sense of loss will always linger, I see the joyful moments in my life with greater clarity.” (from a woman whose sister died in one of the plane crashes)

My family did not have to say goodbye to loved ones because of the attacks 10 years ago.  My heart aches for those people, and for anyone who has suffered great loss.  I am thankful for the lessons learned from this morning’s reading of the newspaper, that remind me once again of the important things in life. 

Today I will hold my husband and children close.

Today I will take the time to pray to the One Who cares for me more than I can imagine.

Today I will thank Him for His many, abundant blessings that are always there.

“To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified.”—Isaiah 61:3

For I know the thoughts I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.  Jeremiah 29:11

This is the story of our start back to school, after five years of homeschooling.

First of all, our little Caleb didn’t know how to tie his shoes quite yet.  Papa bought him snazzy new shoes with laces and Mama groaned, so Papa went right to work teaching the little guy how to tie.

He got it figured out in about 10-15 minutes. 

Rich made him practice over and over as I watched.

The thing is, it takes a beginner a V E   R    Y     L   O  N   G           T       I   M    E  to get the ties done.

So I started making up some silly songs about how it takes a long time to make those loops.  And Rich said to stop, “You’re distracting Caleb.  Go away.”  I said, “Caleb!  Do I really have to go away?”  He laughed, “No, you don’t.”

So I started singing again and Caleb said, “If you’re going to keep singing that, than you do have to go away.”

Right after he said that, and I was pretending to be shocked, just a fraction of a second later, I took this picture.

Aches on Monday evening.  Mama-heart aches, small ones…just thinking and praying, “Dear Lord, keep us close even though the children will be all on their own (separated), at school, beginning tomorrow.”  Watching them play, trying not to think negatively, but positively, knowing it is for their very best interest to go and grow their wings.  They play so well together, our happy gang.  Sarah is way too little for the trampoline and was in her red car, busily peeling the stickers off it.  The new kittens were out with us, too, frolicking about.

We had an “end of life as we know it”  &  “end of summer vacation” hot dog roast.

Seth absolutely insisted on roasting his own hot dog, but only lasted about 15 seconds because the fire was so hot.

Rich was on his back, resting, when Sarah toddled over and got right on him for a snuggle, it just melted his heart and the children said, “Take a picture, MOM!”

On Monday night we had baths,  packed up the lunches, gathered up the five different outfits, shoes and socks, lined up the backpacks.

We woke up the three older children on Tuesday morning, at 5:30.  They ate breakfast, the boys showered, they got dressed.  I barely got to take this picture before the bus showed up, in the rain, to take them to school.  All three on the same bus.  It arrived at 6:30.  They left, I cried…..

They’ve grown and matured so much in the last five years.  They are such good children.  I asked Rich, “How did we end up with such wonderful children?”  I know all parents feel this way, but I truly am just so humbled and thankful to God for the way they are.  I would not change a thing about any of them.  They surprise and delight me on a daily basis.

David and Caleb woke up while the older ones were still home.  They were all ready for school by about 7.

Look at the shoes!  He’s big!

David was seriously ready for his third grade responsibilities.

They love their snazzy backpacks from potterybarn kids.

David and Caleb rode different busses, and they arrived at the house at the same time.  They were picked up and gone so fast.  You saw the one picture I got, of Caleb, that I posted yesterday.  It makes Rich and I both sad to look at it, a happy and proud sort of sad. 

They were gone, and then Rich took a picture with the ones I was left with.

I look amazingly happy, but after Rich left for work, I sat on the couch to read “Little Red Caboose” to the little ones, thought of David and Caleb, Jacob, Ethan, and Grace, and the very many times I’ve read that story through the years to each one of them.  Seth and Sarah were snuggled up close, but the rest of the house was too quiet and still.  I cried through half the book.  Remembering.  Yet, so very thankful for the opportunity to  single mindedly mother these two precious small children while the others are at school. 

We got through half the book before Seth lost interest (didn’t like the sad version?) and wandered off to get into mischief and I was very soon back to normal.  LOL

I had to go out for Sarah’s doctor’s check up,  there was nothing to note except that she is dropping off her curve in weight.  So, I need to give her full fat yogurt, full fat milk, lots of buttery sandwiches, peanut butter, egg yolks, and so on.  I will do this as I whisper, “Please enjoy this, you lucky baby, because when you are 30-something you will miss this rich kind of eating!”

We made cookies without a hundred interruptions from 6 other children.

Me and my little friend Seth, as Sarah quietly played at our feet.

And later on, I got the table ready for the children to return.

I put the little ones to bed for naps, sat on the couch to enjoy my book, and then got a call from the High School from Jacob cheerfully telling me he “missed the bus, would you come get me, please?”

I had to leave a note on the door for Ethan and Grace!  They came home to an empty house!

Jacob’s first day of school:  Had trouble figuring out how to work the combination on his locker.  Asked for help three times from students and teacher alike.  Noted the crowds of students that he had to get through to get anywhere.  Saw friends from baseball.  Ate lunch at any ol’ place but had one boy sit and talk to him.  Had a mass of rules and papers for me to look at, read, and sign.  Apparently had no problems talking to people, but admitted he had some nervous feelings and wasn’t able to eat much of his lunch.  (wow, I thought, he must’ve been excited to not be able to EAT.)  And, he missed the bus home.  Had homework, writing about a memorable childhood experience.

Ethan:  He paced around the house as he told me about his locker woes.  He locked his combination right in and spent the first half of the day carrying his things everywhere.  “Just bending down to pick up the pen cap that I dropped made me drop my books!”  Had to find a teacher to help him get his locker open. “She made me do it myself so I would learn.”  Missed the majority of lunch just trying to get his lunch out of his locker.  He ate by himself cheerfully.  “Earlier in the day some boys had asked me to sit with them, and they said later ‘why didn’t you eat with us?’ and I told them I was too busy and I would sit with them tomorrow.”  Ethan forgot his assignment book at school, right on his desk.  He seems to be the most undisciplined about his thoughts/belongings/responsibilities.  Absentminded professor?  He’ll figure it out.  He’s so cheerful about it all, absolutely not bothered about a thing.  Makes me laugh.  He had to write his English teacher a letter for homework, telling him about himself.  I read it, and it was great.  He even put it in an envelope, because it was a letter, after all.

Grace:  Nervous about science, the teacher made her nervous.  Found out she has to dissect a frog this year (could this be part of it?!)  The tall lab tables made her nervous.  The music teacher singled her out, “You have the last name of one of my favorite composers AND my daughter’s first name!”  She liked her Math teacher, who said her goal was to make math fun for her students.  Sat with some friendly girls at lunch who invited her.  Grace is calm and mature about it all but I get the feeling that the pointless busy work of the first day made her feel impatient.  Also, she spoke with Jacob and told him that he had to memorize their bus number.  (so he doesn’t miss it again).

David:  Noted that his MAN teacher (a first) is a Red Sox fan.  Said school was awesome.  David is the one child that already went to public for K, and 1st.  I taught him for 2nd.  “I washed my hands with soap and it was the same soap from when I went to school before and I smelled my hands and said, ‘this sure brings back memories!'”   As an aside, “I’m going to have to wash my hands every day again, ” he informed me.  (!!) 

Caleb:  He didn’t say much about it but that he loved it and it was great.  Last night when I was tucking him in, I said, “Well, Caleb, do you have any nice stories to tell me about your first day of school?”  He said, “They didn’t read me any stories.  Could you read me a story?”  So, I snuggled up next to him and we read a book about a gingerbread man, and he touched my arm as I read and I could smell his little boy Caleb smell and we relaxed as I read and read and………

…….and everything felt right again.

A frog, in the woods under a log.

A sammy (what our Davy calls all salamanders) under the rock and leaves,

a snake, in the field,

lots and lots of crickets,

and us.

Rich and the boys are in the process of building a tree house by the stream and were down working on it.  The little ones and I made our way to visit them and after I had properly looked and admired, since we were all together anyway, we went for a little stroll.

It was warm and humid, but the mosquitos are a problem, so I dressed Sarah in long pants and sleeves.  Big brother Davy (almost 9 years old!) took a turn helping the littlest one along.

Grace, David, Caleb, Seth, Rich with Sarah, myself, Jacob, and Ethan.  The ground was still soggy from all that rain last week.

I gave Seth a haircut this weekend.  I think he looks particularly cute (with a mischievous expression) in this picture.

And, our big boy/little boy Caleb.  He’s at that age when at times he seems very young, and other times I get a jolt of “he’s growing!” in my heart……he is about to start school for the very first time, first grade, and it will be very strange, indeed, to let him go.  He is ready, though, of that I have no doubt whatsoever. 

I love, and am very grateful for, my family.

Hope my friends are having a blessed and refreshing Sunday.

I just found this quote.  The generosity, the huge ABUNDANCE of God is a wonderful thought;

God is a sun ever-shining; He is manna always falling round the camp; He is a rock in
the desert, ever sending out streams of life from His smitten side; the rain of His
grace is always dropping; the river of His bounty is ever-flowing, and the well-spring
of his love is constantly overflowing.  ~Spurgeon

Rich and I took our 15 month old, Sarah Joy, to Virginia Beach with us almost three weeks ago.  The timing couldn’t have been better, as the week after we went, this area was hit by hurricane Irene.  Our thoughts and prayers are with the people recovering here. 

Our favorite breakfast spot when we were there became CITRUS BREAKFAST AND LUNCH.  It was a bright, busy, and happy eating place that my iphone handily informed me was a favorite of the locals.  I had eggs benedict the first morning, with grilled shrimp and parmesan crusted tomatoes(!), and a crab omelet the second morning.  The coffee was great, and we even tried fresh juiced watermelon (sweet!) With breakfasts like these, lunch is not necessary.

Lunch is not necessary, no, but a brisk walk afterwards, is.

After breakfast on that particular Monday morning, knowing that we had an afternoon of flying ahead of us to get home, Rich and I decided to visit an interesting park (also handily found and highly rated, on my iphone) for an after-a-large-breakfast-constitutional.

MOUNT TRASHMORE PARK

With a name like this, you wonder, is that big hill, that small mountain drawing our eyes to it like a magnet, in the park, really made of TRASH?

Yes, yes it is.

You just HAVE to go up it, you can’t help yourself.  This is my husband on top of the treeless Mount Trashmore.  It was overcast and windy with a hint of rain in the air, when we visited.  There were many other visitors as well, all intent on walking, jogging, or other athletic pursuits.  In fact, I noticed one very limber man clothed only in his wind shorts and bare feet, RUNNING up and down the grassy hill, over and over.  (This was a big hill!)  Some people are just very enthusiastic about running around outside.  Bless them.

My husband, I know, would have loved to run.  But, he matched his pace to mine and we enjoyed walking together around the perimeter and up and down the hill.

He did stop to do a few beautifully executed chin-ups. (that’s the hill behind him)

We admired the ceilings in the picnic pavilions, handsome, yes?

The walking trail was lovely…..I found some (what I thought were) tiny champagne grapes dangling from the trees and had Rich taste one.  He spit it out and asked was I trying to kill him?  As we laughed, I was reminded of Eve and told him that the men really should learn to stop eating strange fruits given to them by their wives. 

I saw a huge cicada bug in the trees, and got a close look at it, only to  have it fly out and hit me on the side of the head.  I controlled my sudden impulse to run, screaming, and instead calmly walked to Rich and asked him to check my hair (no bugs).

After that, I stayed on the walking trail.

Aren’t park benches inviting?

It was a lovely walk and such a treat with Sarah.  When we put her down, she didn’t run away, she didn’t throw herself into the lake, no…she simply stayed put with mama, or practiced stepping up and down off the paved trail.  The difference between the older brothers and herself never ceases to surprise me. 

More Information:

World-renowned Mount Trashmore Park is 165 acres, 60 feet high, over 800 feet long, and was created by compacting layers of solid waste and clean soil. Recognized for its environmental feat, the park features the Water Wise demonstration garden that boasts xeriscaping where you can learn how to create a beautiful garden with minimal water requirements.

Park is open from 7:30 a.m. until posted closing time. Facilities include picnic shelters, playground areas, volleyball courts, parking, vending machines and restrooms, plus an extensive street course Skate Park which includes a seven-foot deep bowl and a massive 13.5 ft tall vert ramp.

The park also has a walking trail that measures approximately 1.45 miles. Trail maps are available at Park Office.

No private boats are allowed on this lake, but fishing is allowed.

from the Virginia is for Lovers website

(This is just a very long, rambling post about our four day experience with no electricity.  I just want to try to remember some things for myself and I love to type here, so…….)

Things are so crazy around here!  We lost power on Sunday morning because of hurricane Irene.  We spent the day watching the storm out the windows…rain, rain, rain, and wind.  Thankfully, we only had one tree-friend fall down, by the chicken coop.  Also, a few branches broke off the tree at the end of our driveway.  We lit candles that night and the children all slept in the livingroom.

Rich left for work on Monday, bright and early.  He is an executive at an insurance company so he was very involved throughout the whole storm and even now, on calls and things, to try to keep the company doing all it could/can do for the insured.  I was home with the children and we went to the Crackerbarrel for breakfast that morning.  We had a good time at breakfast and then at the Old Sturbridge village, for a few hours.  When we came home the power was still not on. Rich came home Monday evening and we all went to the Marriott for a chance at some hot showers.  I packed up the children and we drove separate vehicles.  We had two rooms side by side at the hotel.  The first thing we did was go check out the pool, all nine of us.  You have to imagine it, it’s Rich and myself, plus the seven children..there is movement, talking, laughing, and monkey-business going on at all times.  Getting on and off an elevator involves many decisions:  Who gets to push the button?  Is this the elevator we want to use to get to the pool?  Why did Seth get to push floor 16 when we wanted floor 22?  And so on.  We looked at the pool and then went back to the elevator.  There was a nice decorative display of some large bellied pots with small mouths.  While we stood, waiting for the doors to open, Ethan (during all the other chaos around us) got his finger stuck tight in a decorative pot.  None of us could believe it.  I said, “Ethan better just pull his finger out as hard has he can right now!!!!” and thankfully, he did, and turned around red in the faced, shaking his head, and laughing.  We got in the elevator as he said, “Good grief, I am never going to forget that!”  As a mom, I have learned that it is best to just pull fingers straight out of the objects they are stuck in, to get it over with quickly.  It may hurt a bit but it will teach the child not to do it again. 

The kids went back to swim, Rich and I watched them.  They had about 45 minutes of fun before we had to leave.  Then, Rich went back to work until 9:15 that night.  The poor man is working lots of overtime, like so many other people are after this weather.  We stayed in the room and ordered room service.  The children and I sat around the rooms eating grilled cheese, fries, mac and cheese, and chocolate milk in scary glass goblets.  (amazingly, no spills!!)  Meanwhile, you know how busy and active toddlers are, there was no rest until they finally fell asleep in their pack n plays that night.  And then darling Sarah talked in her sleep half the night……little sleep for mama.

Next morning, TUESDAY, (YESTERDAY), Rich left for work and I had the job of packing us all up, taking the children to breakfast, and checking out of the hotel.  The older children are such helps, and so wonderful.  The hotel restaurant lady said she was honored to have us there eating and that the family was getting lots of compliments.  I had a headache from it all, but was proud of us for maintaining our manners.  But as you all know, it is constant work, my friends, constant…..keeping kids safe, clean, loved, cared for, needs met, happy, etc…..all on my mind (constantly).

We left the hotel parking garage, and I drove us home.  I left the kids at home and promptly took Caleb to a doctor’s appointment.  He had to get a shot so he could start school. Caleb was so happy to have his shot over and then we went to the shoe store but didn’t get any shoes.  We went home.

Next, I had to take Jacob to the library so he could type up his summer book report, since it had to be done online and we had no internet.  I had to just leave him there at the library to fend for himself.  

When I got home, I made myself go outside for some sun.  I took Sarah with  me.  We went to feed the chickens and that was when our rooster attacked me and nailed me in the foot, by my ankle, with his talons.  He punctured my foot by my ankle, very hard, and when I stepped down, blood ran down into my sandal.  I was so upset.  Sarah was with me, even, in my arms.  Thankfully, the rooster ran off, and I was able to sit down and call the children to help me, and they did.  Ethan, Grace, and Caleb.  I limped my way to the house.  Roosters are aggressive and we are getting rid of ours.  I will never keep roosters here again around children.  I can’t say enough about this.  Seth says to me, with wide eyes, “George attackle you, mom?  You need a hug?”  and then he hugs me!  Even at this moment, my foot is very swollen and very sore. 

I got settled on the couch, wrapped up in blankets, shivering, with my leg up.  Ethan was so good.  He was working on his book report and got right up without me asking him to, to take the children downstairs so I could rest.  As soon as I closed my eyes, Jacob called me to go get him from the library.  At that point I really didn’t think I could even drive because I had injured my “driving foot”.  I tried calling my neighbors using my cell phone but of course they could not get my call with the phone lines down.  So I got up, put my shoes on, and went to get him. 

As soon as I came home with Jacob (who did a great job on his report), I had to take Caleb back to school, so he could meet his teacher.  School was supposed to start TODAY (WEDNESDAY) but we found out that it was canceled until tomorrow.  I limped around the school with my aching foot, and met Caleb’s teacher..she was nice, an older lady with grandchildren, and very experienced.  I was happy and Caleb absolutely loved seeing the school bus.

When I got home, I was pretty tired out.  But, after a while I got up so I could get more stuff out of our rotting and stinking refrigerator.  Jacob walked down to see the neighbors and to buy some cucumbers from his veggie stand, and he took Seth with him.  AND WHILE THEY WERE GONE THE POWER CAME BACK ON.  I was so happy!  I cleaned out that fridge while listening to music and Rich came home while I was doing it.  Unfortunately, I had to get down on the floor to scrub and wash the bottom, and when I did, I pulled something in the already sore and injured part of my foot.  The pain was bad, and it was quite disappointing.  I had to stay on the couch for the rest of the night.  Rich had me soak it in salted water and he rebandaged it with neosporin and bandaids.  He had to give the little ones their baths and put everyone to bed.  But, he also fixed my stove (I haven’t had an oven in almost 2 months!).  We were so happy to have power but I was somewhat DEPRESSED by my own negativity (and I’m not about to beat myself up for it, any woman who has a large family and a power outage with no running water or way to cook or do laundry has my full sympathy!) because I was overwhelmed.

So TODAY, I’ve been forcing myself to rest as much as possible, eat, and enjoy the children.  Slowly, I feel myself coming back.  Laying on the couch with little boys in my lap and in my arms is SUCH therapy for me.  Watching Sarah play and having her come over to me to touch me, makes me melt and cry and hold her tiny happy self to me.. and  I can feel her peace soaking into my body.  Just like the rays of the sun also soak into me, and warm me, relaxing me.  Jacob said, “And we don’t even have cake to cheer you up!” as I laughed, Caleb said, “Dad and Jacob need to go buy you a cake!”  I wonder, what made them think CAKE?  Are we always happy when we eat cake?  Quite likely.

Another example of craziness:  I had to call the orthodontist to cancel Jacob’s appointment tomorrow b/c it was the first day of school.  We’ve been preparing today, getting the backpacks lined up, planning lunches, saying goodbye to hanging out together during this summer vacation and then I get about 5 emails all at once telling us that school is canceled until TUESDAY NEXT WEEK!!!  After I told the kids, I called and asked for Jacob’s appointment back!  LOL

Also, a couple of the children had a touch of the stomach bug, too! 

So, whatever.  That’s just a small part of the story of the last 4 days.  I didn’t handle it with complete grace,  (it’s my time of the month, too) but God did give us many many happy moments.  I know there are some families that have things MUCH MUCH WORSE and I hate even thinking about that.  I hope and pray that everyone effected by the hurricane is encouraged that things will get better eventually.  I hope that friends and family members will reach out to those in need and let them know they are loved and that you care, and that you will help them.  We just need to really encourage each other!  If your friend is feeling down and you think she’s feeling sorry for herself, who cares?  Let her wallow around in her pity party for a little bit, you know she’s not always like that!  She’ll come back again, I promise, and your job is to love her to pieces in the meantime.  She’s just tired out and HUMAN.  I’m so thankful for all my friends who are that way with me! 

One unexpected delight during the last few days, has been in watching Ethan and David play together.  They got it into their heads that they had to do everything they wanted to do before summer was over.  They’ve explored new parts of the woods, fished and swam in the ponds, smashed rocks with hammers, started a tree fort, and who knows what else.  They’ve gotten to be good pals.

We had lots of pond water to flush the toilets during the power outage.

Our neighbor who had a generator took a few bags of our frozen foods, so we could save it.

Jacob said, the morning after the hurricane, “It’s like the whole state of Connecticut has been washed clean!”  He was right, everything was bright and scrubbed and the sky was so blue.

I’ve been thinking that it is a good idea to be prepared for things.  If we have plans in place for these types of situations, then it won’t seem like such a mountain to climb.  A wise homemaker would do that.  I regret that I was not very prepared.   I didn’t buy the water or the hurricane lamps.   But, I will be putting plans together just in case something like this happens again.