Independence Day :D

July 4, 2011

Outside my window...  fireworks going off, and have been all weekend.

I am thinking...  I'm proud of my country, thankful for my freedom, and love celebrations...

but I'm getting tired of explosives.

Tate would beg to differ.

I am thankful for...  though the US has many flaws, I still think it's the best country there is.

I am praying for...  my mom's radiation starts tomorrow - praying all goes well, also for more work to come in for Kerry, and for other exciting happenings in my extended family.

I am creating...  I should really use my free time during the summer to make some Christmas presents, but having trouble with motivation ;D

I am going...  to watch fireworks from my parents' house, way up above the crowds and hubbub.

I am reading...  The Dry Divide, by Ralph Moody.  I've only read two of his books so far, but they seem like must-reads for boys.  Think I'll order a couple on Amazon that I've borrowed from the library.  Need to own these ones :D

I am hoping...  our cool, damp June-uary protects us all from 4th of July fireworks' "oops".

I am hearing...  explosions.

I am remembering...  4th of July when I was a kid.  We lived on a large lake and most folks around the lake set off their fireworks from their docks.  Pretty safe, and a great show for everyone.

From the learning rooms...  no lessons today, but Wyatt is moving on to human anatomy, while Tate and Gunnar and I have one more week of bird study.

From the kitchen...  BBQ/potluck today.  I made a cabbage/Ramen salad, and have berries ready to make jam.

Around the house...  had three extra boys here yesterday, but everything is pretty well picked up.

On my mind...  lots to do out in the yard, though ;D

Noticing that...  entropy.  It's a fact of life.  My life.

Pondering these words...  I can't take notes fast enough some times, so I'll have to wait for our pastor to post his sermon notes, but he made a great comparison between flying a plane and faith.  (He was a military pilot.)  It was to do with the difference between taxiing around the airport and runways, versus powering up and taking off.  Something about "Refusal Speed" - you have to commit to taking off by going fast.  As in, "You will fly or die."  And that if you are just taxiing around the airport with no intention flying, you might as well give up the pretense.  (My apologies if I'm mangling the analogy!  Because it wasn't to do with our effort, but our commitment.)

One of my favorite things...  polite, friendly, fun company, like the three boys we had over today.

A few plans for the rest of the week...  work in the yard, make jam, quit pretending the kitchen floor doesn't need to be scrubbed and probably waxed, and maybe - just maybe - breaking out the sewing machine.

Here is a picture I am sharing...

Working on the organizing.  This is only some of the books.

I'm at 1400 and still counting.

(Old picture, ignore the "Get well soon" balloon.  All is well.)