It's a mud, mud, mud, mud world
When I was a teenager, our family went on what I think was a lower eastern seaboard road trip. Mom liked to plan, Dad liked to drive, it's just what we did.
It was in Georgia, I believe, that we parked and walked out on a beautiful white sandy flat beach, beach chairs and picnic lunch in hand, to just enjoy the day. We enjoyed the ocean a while, chased a multitude of seagulls, and probably were mentally formulating some sandcastle blueprints for after we ate. Partway through our meal, a seagull swooped down and snatched Dad's sandwich right out of his hand. The whole thing.
It was shocking and hilarious all at once, and obviously has made its way through the decades as a great story to tell. But poor Dad. Had the lunch rug pulled right out from under him. Not life altering at all, but come on. That was his sandwich!
That's kind of what this year has been like for us so far. Just living and breathing, working and doing, bam! Over and over and over again. Not life altering at all, but come on. It's still a new year!
My surgery is by now old news. Beyond that, and the staggering medical bills soon to come, we've also apparently been participating in some sort of germ fantasy draft. Trey with a cold, Brandon with stomach bug, Aden with a cold, me with sinus infection, now Brandon again, this time with a perpetual hack. Keeping us on our toes anyway.
Of course these illnesses have given us more time at home, and at the same time basketball season has ended for both Brandon and Aden. Pleeeenty of time together. Oh for things like making messes, germ-sharing, getting on each other's nerves, and arguing over technology usage. Our screens and robots tend to be a constant battle for us, but they also help to open long-closed windows from our past.
Lord, let me never forget when we sat down to dinner and Garage Band provided the opening chords to "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" by Whitney Houston. Brandon and I sang loud, straight through the song. At first the boys were slack-jawed, eyes darting between us. Then Aden buried his head in his shirt, and Trey texted a friend to come rescue him. Oh my goodness, it made me so happy to embarrass them.
Then one night we used Aden's Alexa to introduce him to Michael Bolton and Kenny G. It was Kenny G that prompted Aden to say, "This music makes my legs hurt!"
There are moments when getting older is awesome.
Well if this post isn't random. I'm on very little sleep. Why, you ask? Because the basement flooded. Again. Yes, yes it did.
Y'all, it has been raining for years. The ditches are full, the ponds full, the lake full. Full. There is mud. Lots of it, everywhere.
It has rained at least once a week since October. And often more than once a week. Because of this, I can assure you that our garden remains exactly how it was back in September when we took the mower to the mostly-dead veggie plants. We haven't even had a single dry-enough opportunity to turn the soil over. So while all this precipitation is a great thing for the coming summer garden, it's also unfortunately a great thing for those weed roots lying dormant underneath, snickering to themselves about how lush and plentiful they will be.
Thank you, God, for the rain. Please help me to remember to thank You for it later on, around Trey's birthday, when I'm bent over the hoe cursing Eve.
So after the storms came the winds. Winds, you know, they help dry things out. They also snap metal trampoline poles in half.
Have I mentioned the trampoline? We got it, and only it, as a Christmas gift for the boys, and it's been one of the most used and beneficial things we've ever bought them. Two months later, he gone.
That seagull, he just keeps on taking our sandwiches.
I chose steady as my word for the year.
[Pause for effect]
Yep.
We are so deeply and abundantly blessed. That isn't sarcasm, and I hope it's not taken as cliche either. The Lord takes care of us, always. In His faithfulness, He can do no less.
So to round out this stream-of-consciousness debacle, and to satisfy the demands of the man who originally lost his sandwich, here are a couple of updated photos of two of our biggest (and getting bigger every day) blessings.
It was in Georgia, I believe, that we parked and walked out on a beautiful white sandy flat beach, beach chairs and picnic lunch in hand, to just enjoy the day. We enjoyed the ocean a while, chased a multitude of seagulls, and probably were mentally formulating some sandcastle blueprints for after we ate. Partway through our meal, a seagull swooped down and snatched Dad's sandwich right out of his hand. The whole thing.
It was shocking and hilarious all at once, and obviously has made its way through the decades as a great story to tell. But poor Dad. Had the lunch rug pulled right out from under him. Not life altering at all, but come on. That was his sandwich!
That's kind of what this year has been like for us so far. Just living and breathing, working and doing, bam! Over and over and over again. Not life altering at all, but come on. It's still a new year!
My surgery is by now old news. Beyond that, and the staggering medical bills soon to come, we've also apparently been participating in some sort of germ fantasy draft. Trey with a cold, Brandon with stomach bug, Aden with a cold, me with sinus infection, now Brandon again, this time with a perpetual hack. Keeping us on our toes anyway.
Of course these illnesses have given us more time at home, and at the same time basketball season has ended for both Brandon and Aden. Pleeeenty of time together. Oh for things like making messes, germ-sharing, getting on each other's nerves, and arguing over technology usage. Our screens and robots tend to be a constant battle for us, but they also help to open long-closed windows from our past.
Lord, let me never forget when we sat down to dinner and Garage Band provided the opening chords to "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" by Whitney Houston. Brandon and I sang loud, straight through the song. At first the boys were slack-jawed, eyes darting between us. Then Aden buried his head in his shirt, and Trey texted a friend to come rescue him. Oh my goodness, it made me so happy to embarrass them.
Then one night we used Aden's Alexa to introduce him to Michael Bolton and Kenny G. It was Kenny G that prompted Aden to say, "This music makes my legs hurt!"
There are moments when getting older is awesome.
Well if this post isn't random. I'm on very little sleep. Why, you ask? Because the basement flooded. Again. Yes, yes it did.
Y'all, it has been raining for years. The ditches are full, the ponds full, the lake full. Full. There is mud. Lots of it, everywhere.
It has rained at least once a week since October. And often more than once a week. Because of this, I can assure you that our garden remains exactly how it was back in September when we took the mower to the mostly-dead veggie plants. We haven't even had a single dry-enough opportunity to turn the soil over. So while all this precipitation is a great thing for the coming summer garden, it's also unfortunately a great thing for those weed roots lying dormant underneath, snickering to themselves about how lush and plentiful they will be.
Thank you, God, for the rain. Please help me to remember to thank You for it later on, around Trey's birthday, when I'm bent over the hoe cursing Eve.
So after the storms came the winds. Winds, you know, they help dry things out. They also snap metal trampoline poles in half.
Have I mentioned the trampoline? We got it, and only it, as a Christmas gift for the boys, and it's been one of the most used and beneficial things we've ever bought them. Two months later, he gone.
That seagull, he just keeps on taking our sandwiches.
I chose steady as my word for the year.
[Pause for effect]
Yep.
We are so deeply and abundantly blessed. That isn't sarcasm, and I hope it's not taken as cliche either. The Lord takes care of us, always. In His faithfulness, He can do no less.
So to round out this stream-of-consciousness debacle, and to satisfy the demands of the man who originally lost his sandwich, here are a couple of updated photos of two of our biggest (and getting bigger every day) blessings.
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