Grasshopper Days

Grasshopper Days

For today, Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Outside my window...

cold and clear again!

I love the evening glow on the hills,

though my phone camera doesn't capture it very sharply.

All that bright sunshine is great for doing projects -

lots of light in my craft room :D

Hearing...

a pretty quiet house.

Kerry's working out in his office,

Wyatt's probably on a computer,

and Tate and Gunnar just left for CAP...

with Tate driving!

It's so nice to have another driver in the house!

Pondering...

what's on Wyatt's list for tomorrow.

Since he graduated (!!!)

and has yet to find a job...

I own him.

Every morning I leave him a list of chores.

One of yesterday's was taking apart the sink drain in their bathroom.

Gee, I wonder why it was draining so slowly...

Aren't you glad you know too?!

Praying...

* for direction for that boy -

he has decisions to make!

* for all of us to stay healthy through flu season - ugh!

* for Kerry to persevere with a lot of work to do (great "problem"!)

* and for pregnant friends :D

Thankful...

* I think we're still kind of pinching ourselves that we have a GRADUATE in the family!

* I'm trying something new... I'm taking violin lessons with Gunnar!

At least until June, and then we'll evaluate continuing.

Until then, I'm searching for quiet corners of the house to practice squeaking and squawking.

Creating...

can't show too much yet, but the photos give a peek ;D

Going...

to make cookies for Wyatt's grad party -

he's not a big fan of cake.

Reading...

Bill Bryson, Notes from a Small Island, and enjoying it!

Looking forward to...

Wyatt's grad party :D

In the kitchen...

dirty dishes.

Where's my kitchen slave?

In the learning rooms...

Tate is once again tackling 20 credits (whew!)

and Gunnar is plugging away at high school / home school.

The (current) bane of his existence is poetry analysis.

Oh, he likes poetry, some poetry,

but he's lately been assigned to analyze a rather

airy-fairy, heavy-on-the-angst-and-emoting poem

that I could barely make heads or tails of.

He likes poetry... please don't make him hate it!

How about some Robert Service?

The Cremation of Sam McGee

would keep them on the edge of their seats.

Around the house...

the boys have bedrooms,

generously sized bedrooms,

with plenty of room for their stuff.

So why is it all over the dining room,

and living room, and family room?

Why???

Noticing that...

sunrise while I was out walking...

almost looks like a forest fire is over the ridge!

The Mother Load...

getting ready for the grad party...

have I mentioned the grad party,

a time or ten???

Something fun to share...

after two years of me sitting and listening

(and reading or knitting)

while Gunnar has his violin lesson,

now he has to wait while I have mine.

He has declared it impossible to do any homework

and has devoted the half hour to winning over his teacher's cat.

Meowy is a rescue cat and is very skittish.

She finally allowed Gunnar a brief moment of scratching her ears,

then turned her back and refused to acknowledge him further.

We'll see what happens next week.

A favorite quote...

(On being tempted to constantly do, do do...)

Only a few things are really important,

and for those we have

the promise of divine help:

sitting in silence with the Master

in order to hear His word

and obey it in the ordinary line of duty -

for example, in being a good husband, wife,

father, mother, son, daughter,

or spiritual father or mother

to those nearby who need protection and care -

humble work

which is never on the world's list

because it leads to nothing impressive

on one's resume.

- Elisabeth Elliot

A few plans for the rest of the week...

prepare for... you guessed it,

the grad party.

Doing a bit of sewing and planning.

Just found out another friend is expecting!

Baby quilts are fun because they're such a manageable size.

I like a project I can finish in good time!

A peek into my world...

New Year's Eve... 1992???

If you like Gary Larson's The Far Side

you'll understand that we're cockroaches

going to a fancy-dress ball.

Because, of course.

What you can't see

(and really added to the ensemble)

are my big Sorel boots, because it was snowy.