Weekend Review

Hello Dear Readers.
I hope you had a good weekend. It's been raining a lot of the day here and I have to say.....I love it.
You are not surprised, I know.
But I love the rain.
I just do.

Friday night Lloyd Dobbler and Big E went camping with the Cub Scout (or as Sweet T calls them, the Scub Couts). Lovely K spent the night with my parents. So it was just me and the little boys that night. We had a nice quiet night at home. Sweet T had a Happy Meal and I was happy to pick up a meal from Captain D's and Baby J had nice warm milk. I stayed up way too late as I always do when Lloyd Dobbler is not home. Do you know that at a certain point in the wee small hours of the morning you really can't watch anything other than an infomercial? And if it's not showing me funny clips from the Dean Martin show,
I don't want to see an infomercial.

Saturday morning I cleaned house like a fiend. It seemed so much easier to get things done without as many people in the house. I also rearranged the living room (with my mom stopping by just in time to help me move the furniture that I couldn't move alone). It's so nice to have a fresh look from time to time. This is really how you can gauge how often I do a MAJOR cleaning of the wood floors like I did on Saturday. If the furniture is rearranged, then I have probably just cleaned the floor. Or else it's time to set up the Christmas tree.

Saturday evening provided me with the biggest scare I have had in a long time. Baby J took a dive from his bouncy seat on the kitchen table and landed on our tile floor in the kitchen. I can't even say that without feeling the terrified chill I felt when I went over to pick up that screaming baby, just expecting blood and smashed face or something. But he was okay. It's hard to believe it, but he is fine. He isn't bruised or marked or anything like that. We talked to our doctor and he told us things to look for, but he has seemed fine. I just thank God for protecting that baby. I know you mothers know the overwhelming emotions that go along with that. I just don't want to talk about it at all. It was awful. I can't stand for something to happen to my babies.

I didn't do anything last night in preparation of lunch today. I was rattled by the activity I just told you about. So this morning I was standing in the kitchen wondering what to slap together for our lunch when my mother called. She had made a strawberry cake and would go by the Colonel's and get some chicken if I would make some mashed potatoes to go with them and they'd come over for lunch (her house is all torn apart for some painting right now). This sounded like a great idea to me. So actually I made the mashed potatoes, green beans, and some maple sweet potatoes. They came over after church with the chicken and the great cake
and we had a nice lunch together.

Lloyd Dobbler was talking about something the other day and in the course of what he was saying he made some statement about his father and my father being "almost seventy." Now, neither one of them is seventy yet, but if they stand on their tip toes, I think they can see it from where they are. I lost the rest of what he said because I just stood there thinking about that. Seventy seems like much too old of an age for my father to be. I mean, it's one thing to be in your sixties......but seventy.....it's just a different level.
As I say this, I realize that this is just a matter of perspective. It's all relative to what age you are. If you are the age of my father, you probably think that seventy sounds younger now than it ever did to you before. And I understand that. I have a whole different view of fifty now. I have friends, my friends not my parents friends, who are approaching fifty. I find this amazing. Later this year my own Lloyd Dobbler is going to turn forty. I am going to be married to a forty year old man. And we walk around thinking of ourselves as being in our mid-twenties and newly married.
Time keeps on slippin' slippin' slippin'
into the future.

In other news: After proclaiming my love for these granola bars the other day, I found them on major sale at Publix and happily bought two boxes. I wonder if I mention another item that I love if I will then find it on major sale too. The magical powers of the blog! Or....not....

As I am typing this, I am listening to the juke box
(upper right corner--so sweetly supplied
for your listening pleasure),
and the Carly Simon Anticipation song was just playing.
I love at the end of the song when she says:
"These are the good old days."
That's such a good thing to remind yourself
of sometimes. I was reminding a friend of mine
that the other day. Things may
seem crazy. You may be in a big stink. You may be busy and
tired and stressed and burdened. But there are good things
about these days too. There are new mercies every morning.
There is always a reason to smile, always something
to laugh about. You just have to find it.
Don't be overcome by evil;
overcome evil with good.
Romans 12:21
"These are the good old days."

More on that anticipation later.