Good morning, friends!
“There is Sunshine in my Soul today, most glorious and bright!”
It’s also gloriously pouring through the windows when yesterday it was pouring rain~
The sunshine seems that much more wonderful after a few rainy gloomy days.
I’m sure there’s a lesson in that.
Sarah got in the photo although she didn’t get a haircut. After the barber we went straight to the bookstore and another store, just for fun, and then we went home again. All through the rain, on election day.
Are you thinking about Christmas yet? For your information, these kids (13, 9, and 8) seem extra interested in slime/putty type of things, and squishy/stress reliever types of toys. Maybe yours will be, too. Quick and easy stocking stuffers.
These boots have a satisfying “stomp” to them. Sometimes I keep them on when I get home and feel much more productive on our hardwood floors….until David says something sarcastically funny about all the noise I’m making. Drama! (both of us)
What else did we do yesterday?
Sarah and I took Sammy to the vet. She had a sore on her back shaved, and one on her paw which was shaved, too. She had two shots (rabies booster and a convenient antibiotic) and was given pain medicine. Hopefully after a few days she’ll start using her front left paw again and her infections will go away. Other than that, she checked out fine and healthy. Sarah was a bit disturbed by it all. She told me, “I know I couldn’t be a vet because I would feel too sad.” What’s she going to be like when (if) she is a mother, I’ll be curious to see. Now THAT’s heart-wrenching.
Caleb said, “I’m going to read all the posts about Christmas Day on your blog, I do it every year.” He wholeheartedly approved of the one that I included Christmas music to listen to at the same time, and requested that I do it again this year. My heart smiled and smiled to see the children’s appreciation for the last 10 years of Christmases photo-documented faithfully on my part each year. I see that in writing it for myself, my blog became theirs…….
We found Walter in his very own cat bed on the porch. Every time I see this cat in a strange place I take a photo and send it to the college kids. It would make a good blog post one of these days.
Me and Seth at music lessons, waiting for Caleb and Sarah.
After music lessons Sarah had cheerleading practice indoors and the boys’ football practice was cancelled so we waited for her (after dinner at Subway) at the library. And I found this book! How could I have not known about this new book? It won the Pulitzer Prize!!! I leafed through it at the library and it looks soooooo interesting. Should I put it on my Christmas list? Or just click over to Amazon for instant gratification? I would have checked it out from the library, but it’s about Laura, I must have my own copy!
I FIRST made Seth let me read him a few picture books (The Tiger Who Came to Tea always brings a tear to my eye, and Steven Kellogg books are a favorite, too) and THEN allowed him some computer games.
Other random photos:
I stood on the porch and took a photo of the sunrise.
The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.
We’ve also been drawing a lot lately. sketchbooks might be on the Christmas lists, too.
Monday Night Football Snuggles during the game:
Sarah was right next to me, Seth was on my legs, Walter on my lap, and Caleb right there, too. What is it about family pile-ups that soothe the soul?
‘Touch deprivation is a reality in American culture as a whole. …
It’s not just babies needing to be touched in caring ways or the sick.
It’s not just doctors and nurses needing to extend it.
It’s all of us, needing connection,
needing to receive it, needing to give it,
with genuine happiness at stake.”
— Rev Anthony David in “The Power of Touch” by Nora Brunner
“A pat on the back, a caress of the arm — these everyday, incidental gestures that we usually take for granted, thanks to our amazingly dexterous hands. But after years spent immersed in the science of touch, I can tell you that they are far more profound than we usually realize: They are our primary language of compassion, and a primary means for spreading compassion.”
— Dacher Keltner in “Hands on Research: The Science of Touch”
AND During the Commercials:
Bringing the outdoors in.
He is not rich, that enjoyeth not his own goods. ~Pythagoras