Exactly one year ago today, I published a graduation blog post titled "Class of 2022". A lot can happen in one year....
This past weekend, Chris and I traveled to Boston for another graduation -- same child, different experience.
Exactly one year ago today, I published a graduation blog post titled "Class of 2022". A lot can happen in one year....
This past weekend, Chris and I traveled to Boston for another graduation -- same child, different experience.
I didn't declare April a month of no pictures, but that seems to be what it was! I kinda feel like I blinked and the month disappeared, to be honest. I'm not even quite sure why? It wasn't that the month was so over the top busy, just a steady stream of days that rolled by and left me turning around, looking to see where the weeks went?
The first bike trail ride of the season came and went...
My middle child's trip to DC with her high-school classmates came and went...
I told you I would share the books I read in March. Here they are, plus one that I read in April --
The only one I will comment on is the one I am sure the most people have questions about: Spare. It was really good; much better than I expected it to be, honestly. I'm still not a huge fan of Harry and Megan, but he came across more fair and kind than I thought he might (if a bit delusional in places).
I need to run along and study for my lady's Sunday school class tomorrow. What new thoughts would you have about the story of Jesus walking on the water? It's one of those stories we've heard so many times that it kind of loses its intrigue.
Happy End-Of-April to you! If May is bringing you a landslide of end of school activities like it is me, I wish you grace and joy as the days flash by and summer commences.
Today has been a cozy, rainy day at home. I feel like I've spent a lot of this week running here and there, so today was especially nice. I've just puttered around - straightening up the house, washing up a pile of dishes, folding accumulated clean laundry and feeding endless dirty clothing through the washer...
I thrive on slow days and menial rhythms but I can also quickly feel like my life lacks purpose and meaning. I'm constantly walking a fine line between looking for motivation and purpose, and needing calm and quiet.
Today is the last day of my month of pictures! It's been a fun little exercise for me; hopefully you've enjoyed it as well. Someone suggested that next I should post a recipe a day for a month - somehow I don't think that would go very well! Pretty sure I would run out of recipes long before the month was up.
I did read some books in March, maybe I'll share those another day.
Cheers to April and budding trees and all things spring!
With the school teacher as The Honorable Judge Eicher, the 8th grader as Mary Poppins, the 4th grader as Sheriff Charles Eicher, and the birthday girl as St Lucia.
(And The Mom, as Chief Seamstress, Shopper, Stresser, Brainstormer, etc and so forth...)
We had a lot of fun, until The Over Investor (aka The Mom) was tired and grouchy and over it, as one is. But we sent them off to school this morning, and everyone was happy!
I feel like my brain and my house all look about like this picture.... stacks of things everywhere.
So, I sat down to post my picture, and then I'm taking a deep breath and tackling the stacks.
Sorry you don't get an 'after' picture.
This morning, I went down in the basement to get something, and saw them there, and decided that would make a great picture for the day! And then I promptly went on with my day and never remembered to post it. Now it is late, and my email subscriptions are set to go out at 7 pm, so those readers won't even get my 28th picture on the 28th but I'm a little too tired to care a whole lot.
The end.
Every day, on my way to and from school, I pass this house. It reminds me of an old plantation house, with its tall, white pillars and shuttered windows. I wonder when it was built? I wonder who lived there?
Rumor has it that the owners live in the basement, and the upper floors are kept like a museum.
I wonder what stories the walls could tell, of bygone days and things long forgotten?