Thursday, June 12, 2014
June 12, 2014
I am feeling productive tonight. Today I finished the touch-up painting in the girls’ room, finished tidying up the basement, made a hot breakfast for the kidlets, washed and hung two loads of laundry, took David to Learning RX, found two pairs of needed summer shoes for myself at Penneys, exchanged David’s new bike,used my new carpet shampooer for the first time in the living room, made cookie dough, dealt with a very naughty Lizzie, supervised David’s weedeating and after a couple of go-backs, now have the yard looking all nice and tidy, did 4 scrapbook pages, made supper and had a sit-down family meal, spraypainted a chair for the girls’ bedroom, spraypainted the porch swing (I love spray paint – one of the greatest inventions ever), bathed the girls, including hairwashing and detangling, got some ironing done, and started picking up all the rocks, bricks, and cement chunks out of the yard. I should be exhausted, but I could probably go a couple more hours yet.
I wonder if getting past the Big Anniversary has given me an energy boost? I haven’t even been feeling all the greatest this week, either. My allergies have been kicking it up, which is unusual for this time of year. I have a feeling that the date has a whole lot to do with all I accomplished.
What else? Despite the significance of this last week, life has had a way of “happening,” too. I seem to recall it sort of stood still the week of Paul’s death, but I may not be remembering all that clearly, either. So, I have a handful of those “happenings” I jotted down to share in my blog.
The other night Lizzie asked me if I would be “picking out Ben’s wife someday.” She added, “You know – ‘cuz he has special needs?” I guess she sees all the other things I do for him that aren’t quite normal for an almost 18 year old and figured this might fall into the mix, too!
But then, the other night at the fellowship after our VBS program, Lizzie asked me something about little Rebekah, my friend, Jenny’s 4 year old who has significant physical needs. It is obvious to anyone who sees Rebekah that she was created uniquely. I answered Lizzie’s question and then explained, “Rebekah has special needs, you see.” Lizzie’s mouth opened into an O and she exclaimed incredulously, “She does?!” To her, Rebekah is just Rebekah. I thought that was so sweet and such a good reminder of how God views us, His creation. We are all so unique to Him and created exactly how He intended us to be. When He looks at us, He sees us, not conditions or ailments by which others might define us.
I got my obituary written finally. I have a list of things I need to get done that are related to my eventual death. This was number one on my list. The only thing is, I found myself being really modest about what I wrote about me. Most obituaries are not and they laud the deceased, pointing out accomplishments, talents, etc. It makes for interesting reading and helps the reader “know” the one now dead. I didn’t put any of that stuff in because I didn’t want to sound like I was bragging. But all that was left was a pretty dry account of my life. So, I may attach a sticky note and suggest that I would not be a bit offended if others want to expand what I’ve written by a bit. Or not – I won’t care because I’ll be dead. Honestly, some of my reasoning for writing my own obit is so I know the spelling and punctuation are all correct. If someone adds to my obit, they have GOT to make sure they do it correctly. Maybe I need to refer to my earlier comment about it not mattering, since I'll be dead?!
Well, tomorrow’s another busy day, so I should take my capable self to bed. I actually get to stay home all day. I am hoping to start stripping the front door. That’s going to be a messy job. But it was either strip the door or buy a whole new one. I don’t think it’s in bad enough shape to justify purchasing a new one just quite yet.
Will will get home in the afternoon and then he and Lizzie have to be in Pella by 5:30 for the wedding rehearsal. Saturday is the big day. We’ll all have to be in Pella before 8:30 that morning for pictures. Ugh. The hardest part will be keeping the rest of the kids occupied and out of the way.
Better scoot…I can tell I am slowly losing steam just by sitting down here…